Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

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.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

“We can’t track them. They strike, vanish, leave nothing but fire behind.” Dante paced the length of the room, rage coiled tight inside him. “Every ghost has a grave. I’ll find theirs.” Amara’s gaze lingered on the reports, her sharp mind piecing together threads others missed. “No grave,” she murmured. “Ashes don’t bury. They spread.” Dante stilled, turning to her. “What are you saying?”

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Sometimes she would catch his foot and caress it softly saying, “Honey, will you give me this pair of legs? They are so sturdy and delicious… kekekeke…” Whenever she said something like this, Azalias felt chill on his back. He shivered and kicked her more furiously. But all his attempts to escape from her grasp were futile. His body was slowly filling with fatigue. It was like something was sucking away all his energy. Obviously it was the handiwork of the ghost lady. He was drowning deeper and deeper slowly, no matter how much he threw his hands to and fro to rise once again on the surface, he couldn’t rise up. He was losing his breath along with his senses. He felt this time he was facing

A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Stop… please…” she begged. But her body didn’t listen. One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs again. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "You feel that?" Sabine whispered. "That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife."

I felt my powers rebound, clashing with whatever damage was already in there. His body jerked in my hold. Blood welled up first from his nose, a thick trickle, then from his ears, dark and sticky. His eyes burst with crimson tears, streaming down his cheeks as he gasped. Mouth next, foaming red as he choked on the words. His last breath rattled out of him. “Ghost,” he whispered. His head snapped back, body going rigid, then limp. I let go, stepping back as he slid down the wall in a heap, lifeless.

" Felix's smile vanished. He had honestly forgotten just how often humans and Malevolent Phantoms crossed lines. If Specter really wanted to pull something off without showing up himself, it was not impossible at all. There were just too many temptations in this world that could drive someone to do the unthinkable. What if someone powerful appeared out of nowhere, nearly killed Zara, cut off her limbs, and left her powerless to resist? That would be game over. Donna explained, "When normal people die, their souls fade along with them. But those with a Hollow Soul are different. Even if their body dies, the Hollow Soul will remain in place for a long time. And that's when we Malevolent Phanto