Ghost From The Future Novels & Stories

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

This time, he didn't even bother knocking. He shoved the shabby front door open. But when he saw the place completely empty, it was like the air left his body. In a daze, he wandered the rooms, as if he could still smell my lingering scent. There was a movie ticket on the table. The moment he saw the time and hall number printed on it, his pupils shrank in shock. So, seeing me there hadn't been his imagination. Realizing we'd passed each other so closely tore at his chest with an unspeakable pain.

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.

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

“Yes doc” --------- John Carl POV “What happened? Why... Why... Why do I see my body is lying there?!” I tried to hold my body but my hand just pass-through “No... Am I already a ghost?! this can’t be happening!” as I continue to approach my body nothing is change, it can’t be happening! “Estimated time of death 2:58 pm”- ? a sudden figure appears behind me “Who are you!?” this person is wearing a long black jacket and a mysterious black hat, though he looks scary it approaches me

You need to stop what you’re doing, or they vanish, one by one. Then it blinked out. The screen went dead. No trace and no source. I stood there, heart clawing at my ribs. They hadn’t just hunted me. They’d mapped my past. And now they were using it to rewrite my future. I thought I’d become the ghost. But something darker was still watching. And it just made contact. I thought I was the ghost. But something worse had been waiting patiently and precisely. And now it had my blood.

Whipped Ariel dropped her lover on the bed and he dozed off immediately. "You need to treat him" Angry Ariel advised. "I will" whipped Ariel retorted. "But I wanna know how it's possible that you resemble me so well. Like I don't understand. Who are you?" "You. I'm you from the future" main Ariel grimaced. "Me?" Whipped Ariel mumbled with a dropped jaw. "Yes, I came from the future. I'm on a mission but I just failed cause I used my power to tamper with what has already happened before."

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.