Ghost Gate Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

Or stay here forever. Metal howls echoed in the distance. The Hybrids had found the tunnel. “We don't have time for this.” Lilith said. “Then you better decide fast. " The ghost pointed at the cemetery gates. They slammed shut. The metal twisted, locking then in. “Memories or stay. Choose" The howls got closer. Red eyes appeared at the tunnel exit. “Choose now," the ghost said, laughing. The first Hybrid stepped into the cemetery. Then stopped. It looked confused. Lost. Like it forgot why it was there.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: HAVE YOU EVER BY BRANDY. RHEA'S POV: The portal opens like a wide wound in the fabric of the world. It hums, quiet and treacherous, in the clearing where moonlight spills over frost and grass. The Guardian waits beside me, his stance rigid, his jade eyes unreadable. The Guen brothers stand behind, watching with a silent intensity that pins my spine straight. Kaia hugs me first, tight and fierce. "Come back with him," she whispers.

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

Gates flooded inside his mind and the doors that he currently went through are still not enough to see everything and the plan at the very end at hand, yet is bringing him the chill and excitement he surely is loving more than ever. ‘A verse yet to see, read it aloud, and there it comes to a death angel who will claim your soul.’ Taken by the words and the depiction that took him more than the wonder and the truth out of the facts of the other verses, that are the howling stance of the book they are all running in a circle from. He draws a Cheshire-like smile unto his face, as he flips the pages of the book once more. Arriving unto that certain place where the curse is looming from within.

Brann cursed under his breath but followed, blade raised. Together, they stood before the writhing gate. Its tendrils reached outward, brushing against them like cold fingers, leaving sparks of pain in their skin. Kael closed his eyes, forced the whispers back into the void, and stepped through. The Nightmare swallowed them whole. ☠️ End of Chapter 14