Ghost Ex Novels & Stories

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

“That’s impossible. Can you look again? She just walked over to my bed just now, and she was looking at me with a pale face and eyes which look like holes. I was scared to death.” Xavia felt creeped out. She was horrified as she spoke. So, she took a step forward and approached Zivon’s back again. Zivon was an absolute atheist, but Xavia kept swearing that she saw the ghost with much certainty, and it didn’t look like she was lying. Zivon took another step into the room and he scanned every place and corner of the room meticulously. Xavia also glanced left and right boldly, as if she was trying to find the ghost to prove that what she said was the truth.

Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples. "Then go play with them, dirty thing." Marcel saw that Sadie was about to wake up and impatiently stopped paying attention to the so-called fearsome ghost. Gwen's ghost felt that killing these both is better than killing Dolores and Naomi, seeing that it was almost morning, the ghost humphed and disappeared from the room.

She looked restless and seriously angry it made me wonder why she would be now, two years after her death. Taking a sit on the bench that sat underneath a large tree I thought "Why would T appear to me in my dream looking everything like a vengeful spirit? And why'd she direct me to see that face again? Could it be that she was trying to warn me about something?" I shook my head from side to side. "No way,” I breathed in fear. "ghosts do not exist." I said the same thing repeatedly until I'd convinced myself enough that spirits do not exist.

It feels good to inside of the Gomez residence with the residents actually knowing I'm here rather than sneaking around like a thief. We go upstairs to his room and I do what I have been dying to do ever since I first snuck in his room, lying on his bed. "I was serious about studying Heaven." Sky says. "Get off my bed." I shake my head. "Make me." I start to giggle when he leans down to drag me off his bed. "That tickles." I laugh harder.

I had no emotional attachment to her at all. The body was really torn up and I inspected it very carefully using a magnifying glass. “Vampires have learnt to disguise their kills to make it look like animals have attacked them.” Lucas said. “I know. And that’s why I’m looking for anything I can. You haven’t done an autopsy yet or examined these bodies really closely?” I asked. “Not yet. I guess I wasn’t ready to deal with this yet.” Astrid said. “I don’t blame you. It’s fine.” I said. But I kept looking for anything that I could find.

He preferred his garlic on his garlic bread and not somewhere around her neck or worse. "But miss Helena, they disappeared. I ain't never heard of vampires going poof". Joe flicked his fingers outwards to give more effect. "What about the gun? Have you ever heard of ghosts that get scared and run away from bullets?" she challenged The audacity! Xander laughed again, leaning back and getting more comfortable. Did she honestly think a little gun and some garlic could do anything to him?

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

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.