Ghost Eyes Novels & Stories

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

I forged the collar to anchor him, but I'm the only one feeling the surge while the ghosts come to claim the remains. "Mommy... it's... it's not quiet anymore. She's singing." Leo's stuffy, nasal voice ghosted against my neck. He was a shivering knot of obsidian fabric, his tiny fists buried so deep in my blazer that I could feel the tremor in his knuckles against my own chest. He wouldn't let go. Not since the silence. Not since the First Ones started using his eyes as a microscope slide. His amber eyes, permanent and sovereign, were fixed on the dark fissure.

And I had told the council and Arnou about them but they had not marked it strange. However, it was too much of a coincidence for all the ghost wolves to have the same eye color. “Simon, are you certain they all had golden eyes?” I asked again just to be sure. “Yes, I’m absolutely certain. One of the ghost wolves who had come back to attack pack members was my friend who had died while we were teenagers. He had grey eyes.”

As if she was certain she wouldn’t die, this made the three-eyed figure furrow his brow. “Ghost Eyes, Thousand Ghost Summoning Technique!” His third eye released a black light, then emitted thousands of wisps of smoke that transformed into ghostly figures wielding scythes. “Attack them, kill them—leave not a single one alive!” The ghosts, hearing the command from the three-eyed figure, immediately swung their scythes. Slasshhhh…

She blinked against the brightness, pushing herself up slowly, trying to shake off the haze of broken dreams. And then she froze. At the foot of her bed stood a figure. Its face was pale and sunken, blackened veins twisting across skin stretched too thin, eyes hollow pits staring straight into her soul. For a moment, Chloe thought her breath had stopped. Then the scream ripped free from her throat, raw and piercing, shattering the fragile calm of morning. The ghost did not move. It only stared.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

Everyone moves away, while Soren jumps on Klaus and pushes him against the wall, without even needing to transform. This move is to push Klaus away from the stairs, while I see Ghost's rune that was on the stairs start to be consumed by the Shadows and the Light. Ghost's fur is white and translucent at the ends, while his eyes are very red, and he stands up quickly, at the same time as he grabs Soren's wrist, the smell of blood spreading. Soren uses his other hand to punch Ghost, who dodges and Soren hits the wall, Ghost takes advantage and uses his other claw to hit Soren in the stomach, but a black barrier forms and I see sparks coming out.

The ghostly face twisted and morphed, adopting a gloomy and sinister expression with a huge, wide smile. Sunny felt scared as she watched the face materialize, its hollow eyes staring directly at her. Trembling, she whispers, "What the hell?" The ghostly figure moves closer and floats right up to her face. She can then feel it go through her body and out the other side, which makes Sunny feel like she is being shocked. Just as she feels zapping through her, the ghostly figure vanishes into thin air, leaving Sunny breathless and filled with a mix of fear. The whispering in the room then came to a stop. Pure silence engulfed the room, amplifying Sunny's racing heartbeat. She sat frozen.

CHAPTER 22: THE GHOST SIGNALS The air in the Shadow-District didn't just feel cold; it felt thin, like the atmosphere was being sucked out by an invisible lung. I stood paralyzed as the dozen pairs of ghost-white eyes stared back at us from the dark. These weren't the "Dormants" I had seen in the Council’s propaganda vids—the mindless, drooling husks of failed experiments. These people stood with the predatory stillness of soldiers. "Heart to the Shadow?" I rasped, my hand instinctively going to the black diamond at my throat. The stone was silent now, but the skin beneath it felt bruised. "Who are you?"

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.