Ghost Eyes Novels & Stories

"Did he really think blood-binding meant anything to me?” “I wrote the first contracts in spilled divine ichor—mortal bonds are merely... quaint." The other versions of me stagger too, feeling the rupture, and for a moment we're united in shared loss and rage. But then the Ghost-me appears behind me—when did she move?—and whispers in my ear with breath like winter fog: "He's not gone. Look deeper, sister-self. Look into the spaces between the mirrors." And she's right. In the crystalline surfaces that surround us, in the infinite reflections of the Second Door's mercury flesh, I can see him.

“Do not look away, baby.” I held his stare through the mirror, shooting him a glare. He gave his shoulders a reluctant shrug. “That’s good, baby. Keep your eyes open." He adulated, two fingers easing into my pussy. I let out a gasp, attempting to throw my head back. I couldn’t. Ghost’s hand was around my neck before I could, his grip tight, holding my head forward. "Keep your fucking eyes open," he groaned. "I want you to see how perfect you are, how perfect you are in my arms."

"This island will not be visible to the brothers." As she speaks, the symbols on the ground begin to glow, their light growing brighter and more intense. From within the circle, ghostly spirits emerge, their forms ethereal and terrifying. They have bony hands and skeletal faces, remnants of lives long lost to time. The spirits swirl around me. They touch my chin, lift strands of my hair, their fingers cold, numbing and burning all at the same time, as if their fingers carry the chill of the grave. Their hollow eyes bore into mine, and I can feel their malice, their delight in my fear.

"Grace, honey, look at me. Look at Daddy. Close your eyes." "He says I can't, Daddy," Grace whispered. Her small body was rigid, her white eyes fixed on the empty space. "He says if I close my eyes, the dark will come back forever. He says he's the one who kept the 'Saints' alive." The Drama of the Heart: The Ghost in the Blood Jinyan stepped into the room, his boots crunching on the shattered glass of a picture frame. The temperature was dropping. He could see his own breath—a white plume of fear in the sapphire strobe light.

The remaining shadow-creatures didn't just dissolve this time—they froze solid and shattered into dust. From the center of the northern sky, a single, colossal eye made of burning, emerald-green fire opened within the black clouds. It didn't look at the pack house, or the forest, or the mountains. It looked directly at Gina. The sheer psychic weight of the entity’s gaze slammed into her mind like a physical blow. Gina gasped, her knees buckling as a cold, paralyzing dread flooded her senses. The white crescent on her forehead began to throb violently, bleeding a tiny drop of luminescent silver blood down the bridge of her nose.

As I touched the soul, My eyes gleamed and saw a weird black spirit. “It’s the black spirit that I saw recently. “ I mumbled. It touched the innocent spirits that were slowly forgetting their memories. The repenting spirits need to forget everything before they ascend to heavens but looking back to what happened. This evil thing triggered their memories just in one touch and it turned them into ghouls. The painful past that they were trying to forget, they were remembering it all again. “You evil sneaky thing!” I’m slowly panicking and the wrath living inside me is getting stronger.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .