Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

she softly whispered. His lips trembled as he replied, “More than my life itself.” “Then don’t choose silence,” she urged. “Not for yourself. Not for me.” The ghost’s laughter cut through both of them. “Beautiful lies. She tells you not to choose. But when the gravestone closes, she will be the one erased.” Vincent felt the words twist inside him like sharp blades. The ghost stretched out a smoky hand, and the journal appeared in its grip, with its pages fluttering open like wings. It glowed red as it opened, revealing dozens of names carved in blood within its pages.

“Wow, don't get me wrong but Quinn handled all her medical files.” “Quinn?* I raised a brow. “How are you so sure?” “The hacking signature. It belongs to Ghost . Quinn recruited he last year and the guy has literally vanished from the face of he Earth since then. Anything that ghost touches, is locked forever.” “Cazzo.” (Fuck) He smiled. I exasperated, leaning on the couch. I have only last option. “There a woman. Her name is Sofia, she…” I told him everything about about Sofia.

” I said, hoping that there was also a way to communicate. I felt the ghost on my left slide off the bed and suddenly my bedroom door opened. I figured she wanted me to follow, so I did. The ghost led me to my sister’s room, whom I’m happy to say was away at college. Once there I spotted a drawer slowly open. Upon inspection all I found was a diary buried under a pair of winter gloves, a couple of tubes of lipstick and an oddly colored light bulb. Picking up the light I wondered if this was all I needed. Heading back to my room, I quickly changed the light in my bedside lamp. As I watched, the blinds in my room closed, shutting out the sunlight and then the lamp turned on. It was an ultra vi

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

He urged. Then suddenly there emerged a vicious laughter from the burial. "You bloody princess, you give me the biggest punishment on earth, the type of death even dogs do not die." He breathed heavy. "Do you know I died three days ago? I became the most powerful evil force in the world. I am a ghost now." He remarked with pride and power entrancing a fussilade in the princess. "You cannot do anything to me. You cannot touch me." He declared. There was a villainous laughter left from him.

"What does that mean?" "It means the demons may have created another portal from the underworld," he explains, his voice low and deep. "How does Gideon know?" I ask as chills begin to slide down my neck. "He has been patrolling the graveyard and found suspicious footprints near the older headstones." I cock my head, my brows pushing together. "What did they look like?" "Nothing human," Dominic admits, running a hand through his hair, locking eyes with me. "Or like any animal." He swallows.

She dropped a flower on the grave stone which has the inscription. *IN LOVING MEMORY OF KINSLEY ADAMS* That was actually the man that got shot at the Grill. "How do you feel placing flowers on these grave stone" the little ghost girl appeared startling her as she held her chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. But you should have gotten use to me now " she said sitting next to Sarah who was writing something on her journal. "Why do you keep encrypting your journal? Ok I get it. You don't want it to get into wrong hands" the ghost girl said as Sarah gave her a look.