Novel & Cerita Ghost Culture

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

All the bones in my body seem to have shifted from where they were. “Stop crying.” “It hurts, bastard!” “Want me to hit you again?” “If you kill me now... I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” “Interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Ghosts can’t die, right? I can torture you. Forever.” “What the—” “Want to die now?” the man offered. I glanced the other way, muttering quietly. “No.” ***

The Evil Shadow Ghost Cultivator's body, which had been used by Ghost Cultivator over the years, was densely packed under the Ten Thousand Tomb Forest. Every single body was collected by the bronze coffin. There were men and women inside, different from each other. Some were bearded men, some were young girls, some were armored old men, and some were white-faced scholars... It could be said that all kinds of bodies were good. However, as the Evil Shadow Ghost Cultivator was suppressed, these bodies quickly rotted and turned into nothing. "Eh?" Caspian suddenly discovered that within these decaying corpses, soul fragments appeared and were released.

"You need to find him and send him over." Back across the darkness and into the place of rest. I knew that. I hadn't paid much attention to my witchly duties, preferring to ignore most of the lessons. But ghosts gave me just enough of the willies I listened to Mom's lecture about the echoes people left behind when they died with a kind of sick fascination I shared with watching horror movies. Usually, once the soul moved on, echoes crossed over to their rest. Some echoes were accessible after passing, using bone or other items of personal connection. But usually such contact was

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

"How is it possible that you can drink? Thought you said you're a ghost?" He scoffs at her. "Thought I said...," he pauses and takes a peek at his body before turning back to her. "Isn't that my body laying lifeless down there?" "Hmm, how is it possible then that you can drink?" "Because my mum is from the ghost clan while I'm from the clan of the ghost of terror. So even in my ghost form, I can do anything I want. Although I don't feel comfortable with being a ghost and there are certain limitations."

"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.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.