Ghost Culture Novels & Stories

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

Ghosts can’t leave their graves without fear of not being able to get back. This was truly a matter of death or worse for them. Cassidy proposed a most interesting idea. The graves controlled the ghosts' presence through a spirit mark that would appear on each grave when they needed to be in it. Cassidy saw it a lot in the real world with forgotten spirits. The colour was different but she knew it was the same type of mark. All they had to do was to move the tombstones to one place and have the ghosts fight from there. Protecting their homes on the move while helping to take down Logan. Everything could be put back to their rightful place afterwards.

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page. "Is this what it looked like?" He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. '' Said Robert.

“It does increase our odds as all the saints without formal name days are lumped together as helpmeets. But let’s not press our luck! Stay awake and alert.” It was then the forlorn ghosts arrived. They were wandering souls without hope of redemption, forgotten by kin and by history. They were not visible, but their grumbling complaints could be sensed if not heard. The two girls were beset by importuning ghosts; men and women, whose bodies had been hanged, people who had died by mistake in a gunfight, young people who had caught tetanus and died of lockjaw, or victims of smallpox and diphtheria.

“The question is if it really matters.” I joined Brett’s surprise at her words. She smiled. “There’s a lot of debate around what ghosts actually are. Are they what’s left of a person’s energy or are they actual souls? If they’re souls, it makes sense to hurry to help them move on. But I’m inclined to agree with my mentor’s theory, that they’re the remaining of people’s egos, not their soul.” “You lost me,” I said.

“I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?” She shook her head. “A spirit is free flowing and intelligent. It knows no boundaries and can come and go at will. A ghost is basically trapped energy. Ghost hunters often refer to them as residual energy. Ghosts often don’t realize that they died. If they do, they aren’t able to understand where to go and what to do, so they cling to the familiar.” “Can I ask you something without you getting upset with me?” I stammered, hesitantly.

Their original purpose is necromancy, to revive the dead. The wizards are trying to break through nature. The mystery of death. They tried to experiment with thousands of corpses for years. When no result, they dispose of the corpse and buried underground. But during the non-stop study of necromancy, the dead bodies rose from the dead with monstrous faces and abilities. It resulted in negative effects and now, after the Celestial Beasts, the Netherworld is facing nightmares. The ghouls will only attack at night. They are fast, strong, dangerous, and hideous. Whoever can have a close encounter with them will no longer be able to telltale.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”