Ghost Booktok Novels & Stories

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.

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

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.”

I shout as I sight Becky standing at the door. "What's wrong? Why are you shouting!" I shove her in and shut the door behind me, she falls to the bed then a sudden banging begins, after a while it stops. "What the heck is going on?" She asks. My eyes widen as I thought of what I just saw. "Talk to me" she snaps. "A..a...a...a ghost" 'Ghost" "He, looked like a monster, he ate her, he tried to attack me." "Who tried to attack you?" she asks.

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