Ghost Gate Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Do I? “Close you eyes and listen to what you are being told.” I look at her like she has lost her mind, but I do as instructed and close my eyes. Drowning out all the surrounding noise. Meditating as it were. I hear it, I feel it. The call and hum of the Gate. The Gate is a portal. My eyes snap open and I smile at her and she pouts her arms crossed over her chest. Cece is looking bored as she looks around. She hasn’t changed.

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.

“Did you win?” Mira looked down at the red-glowing threshold ahead. “No,” she said. “I just bought us one more level.” Then the lights went black. All of them. From the dark, a child’s voice whispered through the static. “Mira Lane… I’ve been waiting for you.” End of Chapter Forty-One ––––––––––––––––––

The heavy doors slammed shut behind her with a resounding thud, sealing her inside. A flicker of blue flame ignited in the distance, hovering in midair. Then another. And another. Soon, an eerie pathway of ghostly fire illuminated the vast chamber. Eve’s pulse quickened as she took cautious steps forward. The further she walked, the louder a whispering voice became, curling around her like smoke. You seek the truth… but are you ready to bear it? Eve clenched her fists. “Who’s there?” The flames flared, casting shadows along the walls. And then, from the darkness, figures emerged—ghostly apparitions of wolves and humans, their translucent forms flickering like candlelight. They stood in a cir

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO OSCALA’S POV I stood for a long time at the door, just staring at the first corpse. I had seen the second but I couldn’t go back up. The ghost hovered around the house, pacing slowly and just waiting for me to say something. I sighed for the thirteenth time and then I turned around and looked at him. “Tell me how much of what happened here you know ?” He stopped and looked up. “I know very little. He said I shouldn’t come with him so I stayed away. Do you think I was wrong?”

"The Whispering Gate? Why that name?" "Because of the guardian," Justin replied, a low hum of fear in his tone. "It's not just a physical barrier. It's a psychic one. The gate is guarded by a chorus of lost souls, echoes of celestial beings who tried to pass without proper attunement. They whisper promises, fears, forgotten truths. They try to ensnare you, to draw you into their collective. Those who fall, become part of the chorus...part of the graveyard." "Sounds like a party," Ava muttered, a familiar glint returning to her eyes, though her posture remained rigid. "So, how do we RSVP to this exclusive shindig without becoming part of the permanent choir?"

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

The book is totally shit! But..but..Damn!!! Where are the first 30 pages? Someone should have torn those pages. But who? And why? If it's is a human then where is he? By chance is he watching our every movement? But..but.. from where? I gulped down nervously. I don't want to believe this book. Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human."

They all spilled out on to a large lawn where right in front of them, there stood a view, straight out of a Thomas Kinkade painting with a large mansion; "Welcome to Hale Academy!" xXxXx (End of Chapter One Word Count: 1972 Total Word Count: 7637)

it rasped, its voice a mechanical croak. Anya hesitated, a war raging within her. Could she trust this stranger, this outcast from society? Yet, what options did she have? "Yes," she finally whispered, her voice hoarse. The figure extended a skeletal hand, revealing a small, crumpled piece of paper. "Ghost wants to see you," it said, its voice barely audible. "Abandoned Warehouse, District 13. Midnight." Anya's heart pounded. "Ghost?" The cyber beggar cackled, a sound devoid of mirth. "Don't ask me. Just follow the instructions, if you know what's good for you." With that, it shuffled back into the shadows, leaving Anya alone with the weight of the message.