Ghost From The Future Novels & Stories

He said, once again he started moving without giving it a command. Akihoto was still curious to know. "And who is she?" He asked. "I can't tell you that's yet." "How come I can see ghosts?" "We share the same body for now, you can't see them but I can, which is why I am using you as my disguise. You are temporally a Divine Helper." He said, they walked towards the town, and Kazu felt its changes, how scared the people were, this was never the Greenville he knew, the town was rather frighten.

Watching as Gerald’s figure walked off, Master Ghost couldn’t help but feel slightly moved. “You left that legacy forty years ago, master… Despite me continuing to conduct research in the forty years to come, I still haven’t been able to get anything out of it… Does that mean what you said will eventually come true, master…? That in the near future, big changes will happen and disaster will befall all of mankind…? However, I also remember you saying that a young man would show himself and try his very best to prevent said calamities from happening... I guess the one we’ve been waiting for all this time truly is Mr. Crawford!” muttered Master Ghost to himself, mixed feelings brewing within hi

I say with a yawn as I tug at his arm. “Of course, Pet. Maybe I should rest as well.” He responds as he gets back in the bed with me. He spoons me as I lay on my side. He puts his arm and leg over me, giving me a weighted blanket effect, and I quickly fall asleep. However, I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. My dreams start off fine, but then the pretty forest I was running through on a summer evening quickly morphed into the club. The edges of the dream become blurred, signaling I’m in a premonition. Zane and I are talking with Ghost, who is doing drugs, while we sit with him in the VIP lounge. There’s different supernatural drugs mixed with human ones. Ghost is mixing supernatural drugs with hu

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea

I stood there watching them bounce and wobble down the dark road, speeding toward the girl they actually cared about. Twenty years with them—gone, riding off on that tricycle. "Goodbye, Nico. Arlo. Rhett." Headlights suddenly swept across the driveway. A car pulled up and stopped. The door opened and a man got out—just flown in, straight here. I smiled and ran into his arms. Zane Jordan. Heir to the Jordan family. My fiancé.

That would never happen to someone as ordinary as him. Laura was still snoozing and showed no indications of waking up anytime soon so Tynan had plenty of time to collect his thoughts. The e-ghost was able to move things around with the power granted by a mysterious system. In truth, that freaked Tynan out a little whenever it happened and he tried to discreetly test how the powers worked whenever Laura was cleaning. He would try to interfere with it using radio frequencies, magnets and other weird objects just to confirm that there were no secret wires attached. It was genuine ghost powers granted by the system that made the dishrags and mops move in his house. In fact, Laura could activate

hood. A faint blue glow emanated from beneath, casting an unsettling yet strangely calming light on his features. Anya's breath caught in her throat. Could it be...? "Easy there," the figure chuckled, a dry rasping sound that sent shivers down her spine. "We've been expecting you, Anya." His words confirmed her suspicion. It was Ghost, the mysterious figure from the warehouse. Relief washed over her, a wave that momentarily pushed back the weariness that had settled in her bones.

“Trust me, Ava. Some truths can’t be carried all at once. They’ll crush you.” Her throat ached. “Why me? Why are you doing this?” Older Ava’s eyes glimmered, haunted. “Because I remember being you. And I remember how much it hurt.” Before Ava could respond, the older version of herself turned and melted back into the shadows of the yard. Gone. ––– Ava stumbled home in silence, every street a blur. Her brain was too loud, too tangled. Rick wasn’t who he said he was. Her mom had lied. And now—her future self was here, sending warnings, manipulating her every move.