Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

"I know about the Black Site. And I know you were the one who told Lorenzo to trigger the Blood Clause. You didn't save me from the fire, Dante. You were the match." I paused, leaning my head against the cold cell wall. "You told me ghosts aren't real. Well, you were right. Because the girl who trusted you is dead. You killed her in that quarry. Now, all that’s left is The Ghost. And a ghost doesn't stay in a cage." I slammed the laptop shut, killing the signal. Less than thirty seconds later, I heard the heavy thud of boots in the hallway. The electronic lock hissed, and the door swung open so hard it hit the wall.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

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)] [Level: 3 (76 XP left to lv4)] [Race: Zombie (Ghost)] [Life points: 3 (20) / ∞] [Mana points: 38 (30)] [Attack: 8 (10) / (N/A)] [Defense: 8 (10) / ∞] [Dextery: 11,2 (14) / (N/A)] [Agility: 4 (5) / (N/A)] [Inteligence: 8,8 (11) / (N/A)] [Spiritual Force: 54]

It wasn’t just anger; it was a sacred vow, a prayer of destruction. “You listen to me,” Zhedya snarled, his voice dropping to a barely audible, deadly whisper. “You will die. You will die screaming my name. And before you take your last breath, you will get on your knees and beg for me to end your misery. Do you hear me? I will find you, and I will erase you from this earth.” “I’m counting on it,” The Ghost replied. Click. The line went dead. The phone slipped from Zhedya’s numb fingers, clattering onto the desk.

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

“ He said. " Can I hug you? “ Queen Minerva sniffed. " You'll pass through. I'm dead, Minerva. I wish I could hug you right now too. “ He said sadly. " I missed you. “ She said in tears. " I miss you more. “ " Our daughter is dying. “ " I know. I tried to stop it but I'm mere ghost. “ He sighed. " You've been with dead, do you know what we could use to kill Dagon finally? “

Alex grumbled and I hummed, "I'll appear before my father when the time is right." "What about Ginevra, how would she know?" He asked. "You don't worry your head about that one. She'll definitely find me." She was, after all, the smartest woman I had ever known. The Ghost will be dead by the break of dawn. The Ghost—Ricardo Sanchez will undergo a rebirth by the break of dawn. But even in my confidence, my heart still shuddered with questions. Would I truly be dead by the break of dawn, or would the universe be kind enough to grant me an opportunity at yet another life?

“Always remember, Ghosts don’t exist.” “Ghosts don’t exist,” Syke repeated to himself over and over again. He didn’t mind saying it over and over until he believed it. Anything to make himself feel better about their mission in the middle of the night at St. Jacques. Chloe moved through a short expanse of land, taking time to scrape the mud off the tombstones and stare at the names on them. “Gary Endrick,” she murmured. “1975 to 2016. Died too young. All humans die young.”

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm