Ghost Booktok Novels & Stories

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos! [Proposal ends in heartbreak—what really happened?] I opened one. There she was—outside the Clerk's Office. White dress. Red roses. Face glowing with hope. The moment I used to dream about. My chest tightened, eyes burning. But no one stood beside her. Caption read: [This morning, CEO Sonia Quindt arrived at the County Clerk's Office in a wedding dress, waiting for her fiancé—who never showed. The scene went viral across Borevia City.]

I pick one up, and the moment my eyes scan the numbers, my whole body goes still. What the hell? I sit back on the edge of the bed, the paper trembling slightly in my hands. It doesn’t make sense. I stare at the account totals, the transfers, the assets. This isn’t club money. This is something else. Ghost has… a lot of money. Way more than any biker should.

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

“Tyler is not a normal person.” “What are you saying, Hugo? How long we have had him with us on our mission? You know there is nothing special about him.” said Kyra. “Guys, I’m telling the truth. How do you think I would know this place if he didn’t tell me?” Hugo asked. “But what you’re saying is impossible,” Raven said. “Let’s talk about that later. Let’s prioritize the problem first,” said Cael. They saw a ghost holding a bottle and there was a light inside it. Perhaps those are spirits of the dead. The black aura surrounds the ghost and is very strong when compared to other ghosts they have already fought.

"This looks like a haunting." Elion laughed. It was a nervous, high-pitched sound. "A haunting? Really, Mira? We're going with ghosts now?" "The audience loves ghosts," Mira said. "Paranormal activity is trending. True Crime is trending. You guys... you're a crossover hit." She swiped the screen. "Check the comments. Someone leaked a clip of the 'cold spot' discussion from the livestream. The fans are going nuts. #HauntedMansion is beating #LoveChase."

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

Afraid of myself. "Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight". Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes....her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

June demanded, stepping in front of Dante, clutching the living book like a shield. “I’m the part of the contract you couldn’t destroy,” the shadow whispered, drifting closer. Grass shriveled and died beneath it. “Your Gabe is gone. He went into the Dark Void to hide and became a ghost. The one you met in the Pantry was only a memory the Hunger used to lure you here.” “No!” June shouted, a sharp pain slicing through her chest. Gabe had been her teacher. Only he knew the secret recipes. Realizing she’d been talking to a ghost—she felt gutted. “He saved us! He showed me how to save the Earth!”