Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

So I have no idea why everyone was tensed. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sir Reynold broke the silence. "We don't have an obligation to tell you. However, since you guys are our best hunters, I would say it once. The door to the afterlife is an open secret for ghosts like us within the high hierarchy in the ghost society. It's not the first time a ghost witnessed another soul going back to its original appearance and then disappeared in the light. "But we have no name for this phenomenon. Only recently, when Kelly and Carl witnessed it and heard those words from the disappearing ghost that we finally managed to get some clue about it.

I said. “What’s that file there? I don’t understand it at all.” He said, pointing to one. So I clicked on it and it was a list of the towns that had been wiped out by vampires. It also showed the death toll and the people that were missing. “Wow. That’s a lot more than the last time I looked.” I said. “Your dad didn’t want to bother you with this stuff while you were sick.” He said. “Who’s that?” Lucas asked, picking up a file that was hidden under a couple of other things on his desk. So I quickly glanced at the photo.

"I'm going to make him wish he had died in that casket instead of me." I walked toward the door, my heels clicking like the countdown of a bomb. The first public appearance of the Ghost was about to begin.

June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now.

The funeral for Ghost feels slow. I stand over his tombstone and build up the guilt inside. Ghost was supposed to take my lead to destroy the secret bases of the Order, but the mole sent by them betrayed him. I let the rain pour down on me as I stare at his name and the titles he's been given: a comrade, a friend, a brother, a Dagger. His grave is in a private field owned by Odin for those who have fallen. I closed my eyes and wished to return to time and save him and Poppy.

Even the videos I was speaking in my own voice, laughing in my own way, but I don’t remember any of them. I slowly ran my finger across the screen, trying to comprehend it. There was no trace of my grandfather, nor of Mark, nor of Maysan. No one I knew. They were all new people. I opened an app called “My Happy Diary.” At the top, I found a message titled: “To my dear Iris.” My hand trembled as I tapped on it. “My dear Iris,

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.

Carmoria. When the plane landed, I turned my phone back on. Messages poured in— all about Sonia. Of course. She lived for attention. That's why she made me propose a hundred times. Every rejection, every scene—perfect gossip bait. And I was the punchline. The headlines wouldn't stop: [Shocking! Sonia Quindt left waiting outside the County Clerk's Office—stood up?] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos!]

He bowed his head slightly and slipped out of the room, leaving Ghost alone with the truth—and the questions it raised. Ghost stepped out of the room and immediately called one of the maids. "Get Tiger for me. Quickly." The maid hurried off and soon returned with Tiger, Damon’s right-hand man. His eyes narrowed as he approached. "You called for me?" he asked. "Yes," Ghost whispered, her tone low and urgent. "I need you to do a quick job for me." Tiger nodded, his expression serious. "Alright, say it and I'll get it done." Ghost leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to go to the hospital where Anna died. Check the CCTV cameras and give me the names of everyone who entered h

“Don—you’re Ledger. Follow money from Saudi contractors to shell foundations to the idiot nephew who just bought a five-million-dollar townhouse for ‘study abroad.’ I want the human hand at the end of every wire.” Don’s smile was paper-thin. “My favourite game.” “Will—you’re Hands. Talk to ambos, ED triage nurses, morgue techs, not the press office. You’re looking for sudden spikes—panic attacks with tachycardia, sensory overload events, deaths coded as undetermined. The pill’s on the street; the street always talks before the reports do.” Will rose. “I’ll pack gum.” “Stacey,” Jack said, “you’re Ghost. You go under.”