Ghost Ex Novels & Stories

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

she exclaimed "Just breathe, and I'll explain everything to you during lunch" ________ We are sited facing each other, we have been starring at each other for like 5mins now, there's just this awkwardness "So go on explain, I am waiting" I let out a sigh "okay, I have these gifts, I see dead people and help them cross over, that's why most times you see me talking to someone, and that someone is Tommy who happens to be a ghost" she just didn't say anything, she just remained quiet looking at me "Come on say something," Tommy whines pushing my shoulders

"It looks like a problem that has bugged you for long enough. We can help you, if you tell us what it is we're up against." The king glared at the both of them for a while and she allowed him to come to his own decision. "We call it The Exhumer." He finally admitted with a weary sigh. "In truth, we don't know what creature it is. Nobody ever saw it and lived to tell the tale and no one ever knows when and where it will attack. It is like a ghost, sneaking in unnoticed but it always leaves us a souvenir after its hunt; the bag of flesh."

I laughed nervously, “You don’t honestly believe that the Dead still exists here? That’s just a superstition from the old days.” “You tell me,” Felix said. “Whatever the case, no one willingly comes here, except maybe—” He sniffed the air. “Grudges.” I tightened my fists in a ball. Felix enjoyed making me uncomfortable, but the thought of an angry vengeful ghost didn’t seem that unlikely. I imagine that those slum werewolves could easily slip into death and that they would inflict their misery on the Living.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

The scene went viral across Borevia City. I stared at it, torn between guilt and something colder. Could almost see her face—hope fading to anger, then to blame. She was probably furious. Probably calling me heartless. But she'd never think about what those hundred rejections did to me. Good thing I don't care anymore. Not about her. Not about anyone. Just me. *** Hedley's resignation blew up Quindt Corp. No one knew he and Sonia were a thing, so the place went feral with gossip.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

“Got a contact in East Chinatown who watches magic fluctuations. I’ll follow the blood echoes.” “Keep it off-grid. If any of them catch scent of you—” “They won’t.” “They can’t.” Xalor’s laugh was sharp. “Relax, Perez. I’m a ghost’s ghost. Even Calix couldn’t trace me.” “Don’t say his name.” Silence. “Copy that,” he said. “You’ll get first update by morning.” He hung up. I stared at the screen for a long time. The city pulsed beyond my windshield.

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.

Chapter 22: The Echo of the Duke ​The creature in the doorway didn't have a face. It was a shifting mass of bronze gears and jagged glass, held together by a flickering white light that made the shadows in the basement scream. Every time a gear turned, the sound of a thousand ticking clocks filled my skull, making my vision blur. This was the "Time-Eater"—the physical manifestation of the memories Julian had traded away.