Ghost Bumps Novels & Stories

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

Lowly humming, looking around and chewing on the inside of her cheek. “You know you’re gonna end up chewing a hole through your face if you keep doing that,” I sigh, trying to get my mind off the obviously impending nightmare awaiting us both. “What do you suggest I do?” she asks. She stretches her neck and shoulders uncomfortably. “This is taking hella long. I just want this night to end.” “I know.” Then it begins. An electrifying pain shoots through my brain as a blinding ringing fills my ears. The electricity coats my head before bleeding downward, radiating over my entire body. White hot pain rips and tears through me as every bone in my body cracks, breaks and extends before jutting its

My phone beeps in my pocket and I take it out and look at it just before walking into the compound. Ghost: Here. She's asleep. I push my phone back into my pocket without responding. I had left Abby with Ghost since I was needed at church. Ghost wouldn't be the only brother missing today. Ghost was one of our prospects but was patched in a year ago. He's got some demons stronger than mine, but he's made amends with them. The kill with bare hands type of amends.

The needed the help of the normies, those without any supernatural powers. Ben started his YouTube channel because of this. He'd started slow, but he'd posted a few videos that went viral. Now he was on the radar of those who frequented Supechan, a no-censorship-allowed message board dedicated to all things supernatural. They'd uncovered things that helped Ben. They'd even learned how the goblins had made it onto the text list for Grotesque which was invite only. They'd purged their list and had to start again, sending only coordinates for where the pop-up nightclub would be that evening.

Stupid logic. Nate and I walked into science the day after Amanda asked Kamron to the dance to find Kimia staring into space. She looked stunned, and a bit pale. Something was wrong, and I was going to find out what it was. “Kimia, are you there?” I waved a hand in front of her face. “Huh?” she said. “Kimi, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did you kill someone or something?” Nate asked, trying to get a rise out of her.

I squeeze her hand to reassure her although I'm the one who needs reassurance right now. "How is this happening? And why you? Did you take something?" She continues to talk and talk and I just watch her. She needs to process this because it is happening. I don't know what to tell her, what can possibly make this any better for her so I just keep quiet. The pain starts up again and I squeeze Robbie's hand harder. The wings are coming out inch by inch and now I can see them. Cloudy white is the color of the new addition of my body. The pain intensifies as it feels like they are fighting for domination with my body.

Suddenly there was a short circuit in the room. A bulb which was hanging at the corner of the ceiling had an electrical impedance and at once it fell on the floor like somebody intentionally dropped it. A low growl was heard in the room and Amara knew it wasn't from Alex. The monster was right there beside them. A gut wrenching feeling of anxiety stuck her soul. Was he watching them?

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

I try to sit up, to reach for the edge of the mattress and anchor myself to reality, but my limbs disobey. My hands tremble as they hover over the ruined sheets. The void left by the Blond Man’s sudden disappearance feels like a physical vacuum, sucking the air out of the room. Then, the itch starts. It begins at the base of my spine, a sharp, prickling heat that radiates outward, flooding my veins with liquid fire. The game isn't done with me. The board might be in the other room, gathering dust on a table, but its invisible claws are dug deep into my bones

He snorts, like he knows exactly what I said. I lean into the rhythm of it—long strokes down his side, the familiar squeak of the bristles against his coat, the creak of the barn settling around me. The others are still cracking jokes in the distance, but they start to fade as I slip deeper into the quiet. And that’s when I feel it. Off. Not loud. Not obvious. Just… something. I pause, brush hovering mid-stroke. Ghost shifts beneath my hand—ears twitching back, muscles flexing like he’s catching it too.