Ghost Empire Novels & Stories

Soon, he arrived in front of this great hall, this great hall, called the Ancient Ghost auction house, the lowest in and out were Universe Climax level existences. Glancing at the sign above, Tadhg Walter's heart twitched. He could feel the power inside this sign. This was another Emperor Grand's aura, which was filled with decay.

Kai, Alex, Elysia, Elara, and Alex stood at the edge of the wasteland, gazing at the imposing fortress that loomed in the distance. The enemy's stronghold, a massive stone structure fortified with dark magic, was a formidable sight. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as they prepared to infiltrate the stronghold and put an end to the rogue werewolves' plan. "We need to move quickly and quietly," Kai said, his voice steady despite the gravity of their mission. "Our goal is to stop the resurrection of the God Giant Statue of Destroyers at all costs."

Tiger and Chance were hidden in the wardrobe by their father, and from the thin space in the middle, they had watched how the organs of their mother was harvested, the cruellest scene ever. "Spare me please!!!!!" The screams of his mum when her stomach was about to be split open penetrated into his ears, and his bones hardened more as his body shook with vengeance. He'd kill Godzilla with his bare hands, no one will have that privilege, and if becoming an underboss here will make that happen, he's more than ready. He finally opened his eyes, then he took the weed away from his lips. He blew out all the accumulated smokes at once, and Jezebel came in.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

This was all him, this was all the weird evil man baby. I stopped running and fell to the ground panting. My heart was beating like it was about to leave my chest and I had not noticed until now but I was the only one on the streets. it was completely deserted. Where did all the humans go? Did he kill them all? or were we in another world? his world. What even was he? or it?

In the Ghost Server, the Sanctum of the Seraphim was a battlefield of mythic proportions. The Ghost Army had fought their way up the golden stairs and breached the mid-tier of the cathedral. This area corresponded exactly with Floor 50 of the physical Spire. "We are in the Grand Nave, Wraith!" Marcus (DragonSlayer99) bellowed over the comms, the sound of digital steel clashing against holy fire ringing out.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

M. The door had no handle. No keypad. Just a retinal scan and a phrase. Emilio stood in front of it. A thousand firewalls burned inside him now—remnants of the virus still curling like smoke through the edges of his neural net. He was free. But not untouched. He whispered the phrase: "Not all ghosts haunt. Some guard." The door opened. And inside, waiting, was Echo. No expression. Just him. In the dark. Emilio stepped in. The door shut behind him.

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.