Ghost Eyes Novels & Stories

The ghost wore white trousers, a white face cap, and a white long sleeve. The ghost had its hands in his pocket, and he was staring deeply into my eyes, with a lovely gaze. 'Could this place be a ghost hospital?' Because that could explain the reason why my family members aren't here.

Her eyes glowing. And around her… were five figures. Ghosts. Gods. Whispers. And they spoke with one voice: “You are ready.”

A fresh wave of icy dread washed over me as I hesitantly opened it. "Enjoying the view, little ghost? Remember our deal. Eyes on you." -E My breath hitched in my throat. A primal instinct to hide, to disappear, surged through me. I scrambled off the bed, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and rushed to the window. Peeking through the gap in the curtains, my blood ran cold. Parked across the quiet street, partially obscured by the leafy branches of the old olive tree, was a sleek, black car that looked sickeningly, undeniably familiar. The tinted windows glinted ominously in the dim glow of the streetlights, impenetrable and menacing, like the eyes of a predator watching its

“So what exactly are Head Phantoms?” I questioned. “Like what do they do?” “They watch over the Darkened Shore. They’re kind of the guards.” Agaras explained. “They’re supposed to make sure everyone who’s supposed to be remains here and beings that aren't supposed to be here stay away.” “Not very good at their jobs are they?” Penn asked. “Well they are blind.” Gwenna pointed out. “They can sense a non ghost, though. That’s why we must be careful. Even if they can’t see you, they can find you.”

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.

We remained like that for some seconds, and the coldness grew worse. With my eyes, I begged her to persevere - to hold her breath for some time so we could go undetected by the ghouls. The plan worked, and I saw the dark shadow of a ghoul pass by us. Ithra’s eyes widened when she saw the thing, and I urged her to close her eyes, using myself as an example of what she needed to do. The Ghouls had no eyes. They could only tell if you were alive by your heartbeat and breathing - two of which temporarily seized from us at the moment.

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

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.

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

“What the actual fuck.” ‘Ghosts don’t bleed,’ my wolf whispered, low and grim. ‘But something’s bleeding into her. And it knows too much.. And again her necklace glowed .’ I dragged a hand through my hair, chest tight, my eyes darting once more to the portrait. Blue. Green. Blue. I didn’t know what unsettled me more.. Elara’s slip… or the fact that, for the briefest second, I swore the painted eyes had changed color.