Ghost Eyes Novels & Stories

That beautiful voice, distorted by pain and surprise. Mom. My eyes go wide as it all comes back; the pain, the sorrow, the hurt. The tears begin to flow as the ghost hurries to its destination. I can remember every detail now; the way those creatures had searched him... when his eyes turned a frightening red... He finally reached me, barely more than a breath of air, charging towards my chest. However, the ghost bounced back, my body suddenly surrounded by a strange glow. What is it? It's green and shiny, like the emerald on my ring, almost like one of those auras I've heard about in fantasy books.

Following this ghostly howl, the ghostly figure's speed clearly doubled. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Zephyr Khan couple. The appearance of this ghost was clearly visible at such a close distance. "Tsk tsk..." Its extremely pale face was ferocious and fierce. It grinned and its eyes were full of blue ghost fire and evil laughter. "Humph!" "A mere ghost dares to cause trouble in front of me!" Zephyr Khan snorted and sent out a stream of Genuine Vitality toward him.

Suddenly from the bloody punch, the punch wrapped inside flew back, not pointing, stabbing the Ghost Scene Female General's palm. This attack is delicate and subtle, and all directions are magical, even if it is under the attack of Asura God, they will instantly win back the immortality. But at this moment, Ghost Scene Female General's two pupils suddenly emerged a deep purple light. The fluorescent purple irises are gentle, the spirit is illusory, the light image has not yet arrived, it is illusory into hundreds of billion shades. In the middle, Haunt Uncle only felt depressed spirit, chaotic mind, almost indistinguishable from six senses.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

No one seems to be able to become her belief. After that, she was sleepy, she closed her eyes to sleep and making the guarding deity confused because he didn’t know how to wake her up. Then Olivia suddenly opened her eyes. The purple pupil looked around and then she said: “Can you show me the way to get out of here? I don’t want to be here!” “...” The guarding deity didn’t say any word. After complaining, Olivia looked at the flower-colored yellow space, wanting to see a hole in it. Suddenly appeared a tall, veiled deity. The deity has long, curly blonde hair was looking at the strange little girl.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

“I…?” My mouth dropped open to say something, but Luca put his hand on my back. Closing it, I just moved my attention back to the picture. That wasn’t there when I took them. Leaning back to I was standing up, I just studied it. “I didn’t see that when I was there.” “Did you notice these?” Heather moved to the next picture. Dad’s supposed ghost was gone, but there were two very distinct yellow… almost orangish eyes glowing above the entrance.

To suppress the scream in my throat, I pinched myself to stay focused, but the ghost had noticed me. Its bloodshot eyes locked onto me, like it was about to lunge and tear me apart any second. Soon, every other ghost seemed to sense something and slowly turned its head toward me too. Dozens of empty or blood-filled eyes stayed fixated on me. Great. It seemed like today was the day I died for sure. I squeezed my eyes shut, only to hear faint voices echoing in my mind, carrying different tones and inflections. "A human! It's a human! She looks so well-behaved!"

It is not agony, it is more like: I walked into my own skin. When my eyes opened, they glowed silver. I could see everything. Smell everything. Feel the vibrations in the air as the Ghost unit moved. Kieran was bleeding from a cut on his arm. Tyra was just managing to keep herself up. The ghost turned its clicking eyes toward me. Target obtained, it said in tones as of grating metal. I smiled, and I knew it wasn't entirely human. "Come and get me." I leaped. Straight into the chaos.