Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

Chapter 13 Horrendous, that was the words can describe my feelings. Everywhere I looked there were dead and souls being picked up by another Grim Reaper. "Name: Samantha C. Real Age: 32 years old Cause Of Death: Accidental Death Time of Death: 3:42 pm." Announcement of the Grim Reaper next to me. For some unknown reason, I look invisible in the eyes of people here in this place. No one is criticizing nor asking about my presence here. I did not try to ask the Grim Reaper next to me because I'm sure he has something to do with it or maybe because I'm one of them so things like this aren't impossible. Well, after all, I am contracted living Reaper the only difference between me and them is tha

“ I don’t know “ she says. “ What do you mean you don’t know” he asks. “ I don't think anybody who drinks that chemical can survive it” she says. Patrick gasp “ Oh! Oh my God! Roland was my only hope that I got married to you, I have achieved anything from you except that boy who is a gift between us and now he is gone” Patrick says. “ The doctor didn't confirm him dead, doctor only said he is unconscious and stop saying nonsense” she shouts at him.

The ghost did nothing, so the scythe completely sucked it, and the grim reaper waved its hand, and the portal opened. “Is the underworld on the other side of the portal?” Hugo asked. ‘No.’ Tyler thought. “No,” Kyra said. Hugo, Kyra, and Raven slowly walked closer to Cael, Damon, and Tyler. As they watch, the portal gradually closes. “The ghost is gone,” said Cael. “I think we need to light a candle for the soul of that ghost,” Damon said. Everyone looked at him. “Ahm, you know that old saying to rest it in peace?”

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

I shrugged it off. Tasos glanced at my arm, the small puncture mark was still visible. “Man, looks like you tried to get some sleep,” he grinned. I ignored it. Gianni had been a Sicilian ghost for months. The rumors said he’d died, other rumors said he’d run, and even more rumors said he’d gone holy. I’d heard all of them. Men like Gianni don’t go holy. They rarely die in their beds. But they certainly go into hiding.

This feels lighter, automatic—like stepping where the ground has already been mapped. They call me Ghost. It simplifies things. Ghosts don’t leave witnesses. Or questions. Or pieces of themselves behind. Conversation thins as I pass. People shift their feet. I registered the looks without meeting them. Curiosity from the younger ones. Calculation from the handlers. And something closer to superstition from everyone else. I am twenty-two years old. I’ve been killing since I was fourteen. The numbers don’t settle into pride or shame. They sit like inventory. A medic steps aside as I pass. His eyes drop to the insignia stitched inside my collar—black thread on gray. Ghost-class comes without ra

"So, you found a way to evade my attacks. You're stronger than I thought." "Jolon, what are we going to do? Is there any way we can kill a ghost?" Jolon feels like pounding his head against the nearby wall with all of this stupidity. 'Why does this have to happen to me? A ghost who refers to himself in the third person thinking that he can actually fight. What's worse, is that they are both taking this seriously.' "No." Jolon finally says. "You can't kill a ghost. They're already dead." Gabriel takes a defensive stance. "So, you're saying there's no way we can win?"