Ghost Crucified Novels & Stories

When he saw Chris' name on the screen, a flicker of disappointment crossed his face. "Hello?" "Connor, we found a dismembered body during our patrol by the southern riverbank." On the morning I was killed, Connor had told me to help Vivian with the ceremony preparations. I refused and told him I had already promised to volunteer at the orphanage in the southern district. "The ceremony isn't over yet. I'll go tomo—" Chris gently interrupted him, "Even though the face was destroyed, one of the severed hands was wearing the bracelet you gave Sylvia."

One meter. Memories of the agony from my previous life assaulted my mind. My calves were spasming uncontrollably. That gate no longer looked like an ordinary security device. It was my line between life and death. I closed my eyes briefly and thought of the words on the note. I would take the gamble. I lifted my foot and stepped onto the metal plate. Time stretched endlessly in that instant. The tearing sensation of electricity ripping through my body did not come. My heart was still pounding violently in my chest. The noise around me was still clear.

It was not Blackthorne, not Valen, not Lunareth but something older. Three crescent moons connected together. Lucas crouched beside me. “You recognize it?” “No.” I answered That unsettled me immediately because I knew old houses, old war symbols and ancient territorial crests. But this? Nothing. The dying man coughed blood once then whispered something as I leaned closer instinctively. “The gate… is opening…” His body went still. Dead. Silence crashed over the road again, a cold and heavy silence. Lucas stared at the body. “Well.”

They simply lifted him from the cot, naked and sleep-warm, and carried him down the corridors while the bells began their warning. Now he lay on his back across cold stone, wrists and ankles bound to the four brass candlesticks with crimson altar cloths. The marble was slick beneath him with oil and the remnants of last night’s loads still seeping from his body. His hole had not closed in days; it gaped, red and glistening, fluttering each time the bells rang. Luca stood at the foot of the altar, fully robed in blood-red vestments he had never worn for Mass. In his hands he held not a chalice but a small crystal vial of chrism, thick and fragrant.

I said crying He brought out a knife scaring me with it. "You see this knife here?" I nod in crying "Good,if you should scream again I'm going to stab you with it,and you know what next will happen after that?, you will be dead. So just stay still and let have some fun" I couldn't talk any more,I accept the fate that I will be rape today,i know all what will happen to human is written already "I will accept my fate,lying on the floor crying silently I beg to Allah to please help me out on this"