Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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

All the bones in my body seem to have shifted from where they were. “Stop crying.” “It hurts, bastard!” “Want me to hit you again?” “If you kill me now... I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” “Interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Ghosts can’t die, right? I can torture you. Forever.” “What the—” “Want to die now?” the man offered. I glanced the other way, muttering quietly. “No.” ***

“Hold him down!” Ghost sprang forward, smacking him with the gun, still, the name danced on his lips like a lifeline. The needle sank into his veins, slowly draining the strength from him. His hands fell on the mattress, his breathing teasing, as he fought against the drug. “... Laura,” he snuggled into the mattress, gradually going limp. Ghost grinned, brushing the hair from his face. “Salve, mortuus redux.” He should enjoy the rest of his time, because very soon, he’d be going to the land of the dead.

Ghost was the thing that preceded me into rooms — the knowledge of what I was capable of, moving ahead of me like a shadow cast by something not yet visible. Ghost was the reason people paid what they paid. Ghost was the reason I had survived in a world that disposed of people with the casual efficiency of a man clearing a desk. And now Ghost was dead. Officially. On the morning news. Declared deceased by a police department that had never once come close to finding me and was now closing the case with the confidence of people who had confused absence with conclusion. I almost laughed. The almost-laugh died somewhere in my chest before it reached my face.

But you died. "Please stop playing pranks on me." "Are you dead? I'm I seeing your ghost?" She whispered all at once and started sobbing all over again. Chris went to her and held her hands. "I never died, it was all part of the surprise." "Mere mortal bullet can't kill me and those guys I already fixed their hands back." "What if you died through the bullet? What would have happened to us?" "I'll never die on you" Chris replied and kissed her which she responded to.

The man scoffed disdainfully, "It doesn't matter since you're about to die. I'm Ghost Shadow, and she's Madam Bones!" Sebastian nodded slightly. "Alright, if you insist on dying, I'll grant your wish." "Fool!" Ghost Shadow shouted as he drew a sword from his waist. The sword's tip shimmered with a dark glow, transforming into a black streak aimed at Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's expression changed immediately. Ghost Shadow was indeed a disciple of the Corpse Sect, and the sword was soaked in corpse fog. A strike from this sword wouldn't just kill; it would also cause the victim to suffer unbearably from the corpses' energy, eventually leading to a horrific death.

The funeral for Ghost feels slow. I stand over his tombstone and build up the guilt inside. Ghost was supposed to take my lead to destroy the secret bases of the Order, but the mole sent by them betrayed him. I let the rain pour down on me as I stare at his name and the titles he's been given: a comrade, a friend, a brother, a Dagger. His grave is in a private field owned by Odin for those who have fallen. I closed my eyes and wished to return to time and save him and Poppy.

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.