Ghost Booktok Novels & Stories

They said no one lived up here anymore. Not since the murders. Not since the fire. The cabin had been abandoned, forgotten, reclaimed by the woods. The trail leading to it was overgrown. The air grew colder the deeper she hiked, like the trees themselves were warning her back. But she’d seen something. A figure in her camera lens. A shape in the window. Something watching. Ghost hunting had started as a TikTok gimmick. But this? This was real. This was different.

"A hunky human boyfriend and two handsome ghosts who have the hots for you, one of which is a Viking, I used to drool over that show when it was on TV." I throw a pillow at her and she laughs. "This isn't a mini-series, this is my life." "Right." She sits up, straightening her shoulders. "And who is the new ghost by the way?" "Not sure. He looks like one of the paintings on the wall." She snaps her fingers. "That's where I've seen him before. I didn't get a good look at him before as I was at a distance. That's Benjamin Davers. He's the founder of the Academy."

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

With everything going ini had almost forgotten about it. But maybe now isn't the best time. He's in a better mood now and I don't want to ruin it. I love seeing Sky this playful and carefree, makes me fall in love with him all again. So maybe we will talk about it later. "Hey, what's wrong with your sister?" I follow Phoebe's gaze to Nikolina and I have to agree with her, something is wrong with Nikolina. She looks pale, like she's seen a ghost. She's so still that not even her eyes are blinking. She looks so unnatural and it can be quite alarming to normal people and I have to admit that even I am a little shaken up by her current state.

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

Ziva tittered. On the ride to Mercury, Caius went over the security detail. There would be men stationed outside of the building, hiding in the shadows. Ghost, whose ability not only made him invisible but also incorporeal, would follow us inside. There were men planted within the club, given aliases so that they blended in with the other patrons. Even the cameras had been hacked by Damon, who was a bit of a tech genius. “Now I see why you call him Ghost.” Alpha Caius glanced up from his phone, half his face illuminated by the light pouring from the screen. “That isn’t why we call him ghost.”

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

Before I could process it, Celeste asked, "Are we going to meet her?" "Not yet. Let me confirm something first." I grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight, and shielded part of the light with my finger as I looked at the wall. There was no shadow of my finger on the wall. Celeste stared in disbelief as she cautiously waved her own finger in front of the wall. Her shadow flickered. I turned to her and asked, "What do you think a shadow wants when it escapes from its owner's body?"

In a voice like stone, she said, "Have you not seen what I have seen? Have you not heard what I heard? What I say is that all the immortal gods' blessings have come to me. Do you not see it?" With a quick twist, she turned back towards the guys standing beside her, and said, "Two gods from a different world have come to live in the undercity, to take away our immortal soul... They call her their light..!!!" She giggled again and squinted in their direction. Slowly, her face changed. The frightened guys pointed to themselves, and whispered in unison, "does she means us...?" She lowered her voice, "Their imprisoned souls and bodies will forever remain ours..." and a strange giggle echoed in th

That finally shut those people up. Zoe happily took a photo with me and posted it on social media. Her caption clearly carried a hidden meaning: [Good luck stands by my side.] Lucas commented underneath: [Honey, just wait. I’ll get rich and take care of you! (Thumbs up emoji)] She replied: [Okay, honey. (tongue-out emoji)] I was curious to see how exactly they planned to get rich. … Just when I thought everything was going smoothly, the same signs from my previous life started appearing. I had a high fever that would not break, my throat was hoarse, and I was bedridden. How could this be happening?!