Ghost Ex Novels & Stories

Stephanie said. "So what do you want me to help you do?" Angela asked. "Angela please help me get my corpse back from Grunga... My whole body is on fire,,, she applies a deadly oil all over my corpse to keep my ghost uncomfortable and she had caged a whole lot of people with her wickedness" Stephanie begged. "Don't worry Steph but how?" Angela asked anxiously. "I will make you understand" She said. ****************** Mrs Houston yawned tiredly as she walked into her room.

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.

He replied while looking around the house “Till death took away my joy” “I didn’t come to hear your story, save it for your fellow human” he said looking at her daughter’s picture “Then why are you here?” He throws an old brown pouch at her “Inside is how to call up the dead. I believe the town will love the show” Jessica opens the bag and inside is a small bottle and an old dirty beat up scroll—inside the bottle is a drop of blood and written in the scroll are chants to raise the dead

CHAPTER 14 In the morning Alex woke up naked, she woke up with a lot of dead animals around her. Her body is full of blood even her mouth is stained with blood. She looked at the dead animals in fear. All the animals had no hearts and livers. She was scared, she quickly moved to run away. She looked at her hands and she clearly remembered what had happened last night. She became a werewolf and unleashed the power of ghost stone. She killed all the werewolf's clan to avenge her mother. She was enduring the pain last night then she lost her control, she killed so many animals and took their hearts and liver and she ate them fresh. The way she remembered it, the way she vomited. “it can’t be! I

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

Joshua and Sofia looked at Yvonne in confusion, waiting for an explanation. "The Thousand-Year Corpse Gu is a type of Gu worm raised on a dead body, reviving repeatedly within the corpse," Yvonne explained. "Raised for a thousand years?" Macy scoffed. "Where would you find a thousand-year-old corpse? That's absurd." Macy looked at Yvonne with distrust. "The Thousand-Year Corpse Gu isn't something modern people raise. It's passed down," Yvonne continued, focusing on Macy. Macy shook her head, feigning ignorance. "How would I know what you're talking about? I've never heard of it."

and a strange sense of dread beckoning him Ezekiel dashed to the far south of the Mansion. Ezekiel danced in a frustrated fashion past the few stragglers that were still trying to flee the area of the attack and get to safety, until the “Schleck” and snarl and slurp of something big feasting. And there was Brandon...dead. A still pale silhouette laid low beneath the gnashing, snapping teeth of the Ghoul. He was on his stomach, a small boy wrapper underneath him....and his back....was sliced wide open. The Ghouls face buried deep in his back and chest cavity. Chewing him up like hamburger. Brandon wasn’t moving or screaming as the beast devoured his flesh.

In the continent of Ybirth, a place of magic and legend exists, such as magic, mysterious creatures, colors, and a variety of options. But it is about that meagerness that makes another species named Ghost, they have the same shape as humans, so they can easily blend into everyday life. Eating human flesh and drinking blood to satisfy their hunger and maintain their shape, is because the Ghost race is not recognized, that all their resources and possessions have to be self-employed, even reused. human surplus to sustain their own lives.

The tombstone glowed faintly in the dark soil. Vincent staggered back, his claws scraping against the stone. His name was etched into the granite—Vincent Fox. A growl tore from his throat. "No..." he gasped for breath. "No!" The ground beneath him rumbled as if something buried deep wanted to break free. From the shadows, the ghost’s whisper slid through the air: “She buried you with her. The grave doesn’t belong to her anymore; It belongs to you.”

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.