Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

“I don’t know. The media destroyed her before the truth could.” Before you could, you mean?. “Do you think she’s alive?” I asked. He narrowed his eyes. “She disappeared without a trace. Her accounts were frozen. Her father went into exile. I’m not a believer in resurrection.” I hummed. “Then you don’t know much about ghosts. They like to come back when you least expect them.” He was silent for a moment, and then changed the subject entirely. “Dinner with the board tomorrow. Wear something that says you’re ruthless.”

He explained cheerfully but I know it must have been a difficult period for him. I can even imagine what they are going through and how it makes them feel, one minute, they are alive and can feel, touch, eat and do anything they want and the next minute, dead, a ghost and invisible. It is absolutely crazy, and I don’t know how I will handle it if I were in their shoes, I will probably lose my mind or commit suicide... How is it even possible for a ghost to commit suicide? “I am sorry about what you guys are passing through but don’t worry, I am figuring out a way to help Echo, I will do my best to help you too.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

"You heard me very well! If you're going to kill me, do it here. And tell your cowardly boss, who couldn't kill me with his own hands, that I'll be waiting for him in Hell." When he heard this, John began to laugh. "Did I say something funny?" I was angry that he was taking everything as a joke. Even the murder of a human. "Actually yes." he continued to laugh. "I didn't come to kill you. I'm coming to walk you around the mansion. As for Richard, he went to ride his favorite horse, Spirit. When he gets home, he does this first." Poor animal, had a terrible owner. "Oh, that means I should feel lucky." I replied irritably.

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

Easy Street saluted the men with his machete, then faded into nothing, a faint wisp of black smoke curling up from where the ghost had stood. “I’ve about had my fill of this voodoo undead bullshit,” said Fernández. “Let’s go find the boss and figure out our next steps.” They found him less than a minute later, crumpled in a heap on the floor. “Oh, fuck, Jonesy. That rat bastard wasn’t lying,” said Fernández, kneeling beside him. The Golem growled, a sound from deep in his chest so low that it was felt rather than heard. “Can you carry him?” asked Fernández.

Perhaps we have a different condition. "Can I ask you something? Are there any ghosts you have met here that have come back to their bodies and lived?" I curiously asked them, and Dylan turned his head to Clint when he answered, "I did. But very unusual. Only two out of thirty-seven. Mostly died, and some are being mercy-killed by their families. And there are twelve other wandering ghosts in this place right now, kept hoping as you do. It's expensive to keep your body alive, you know? But no problem with you; you have lots and lots of money. But your parents mentioned that they don't want you to suffer more and longer. They are also suffering, Liv. Especially your dad. He's been crying when

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.