Ghost Goth Novels & Stories

Glass after glass of hard liquor went down her throat, but the alcohol could not drown the regret in her heart. “Jason, I know I was wrong. Please come back… won’t you?” She leaned over the bar, murmuring to herself. Then, in her peripheral vision, a familiar figure suddenly caught her eye. She lifted her head sharply, her heart pounding the next second. It was a man dressed revealingly, surrounded by several wealthy women teasing him in the booth. … “Mark, what are you doing here?!”

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

By then, I couldn’t help but want to walk over just a little closer and look at her more clearly. However, suddenly, a soft, small pup hugged my leg. “Alpha, do you know where the candy is? I want candy.” I lowered my head to find a smaller version of Clary. Her eyes were round and bright, like purple grapes soaked in clear water. Even though I had never seen her before, the moment I caught the scent of the pup, my pupils shrank, my heartbeat quickened, and an instinctive familiarity surged through me. A strong protective instinct rose in me. My chest ached unbearably.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about me since it's been five years." I rubbed my nose. Having spent most of my time with someone as aloof as Wendy all these years, I wasn't quite sure how to interact with someone as lively as Cecily. However, Cecily didn't mind. When she noted how slowly I was walking, she took my arm and pulled me toward the parking lot, saying, "Hurry up, Nathan! Professor Kelley has been eagerly waiting for you to show up." She drove me straight back to the research lab, speeding all the way.

Dad said. “They want us to know that they are there, but they don’t want to engage.” Arlo said. I looked at Lucas and he looked really confused because he couldn’t mind link with any of us and he didn’t know what was going on. So, he just had to take his lead from me. I looked ahead and a female vampire with flaming red hair came into view, but was standing far enough away so we couldn’t attack her. Her eyes were fixed on me and a smirk appeared on her face as she cocked it to the side.

I boasted. "Well... you're quite brave," Agatha said. "Alright, if you're not scared, let's do it tomorrow. Let's go to the White House and do some ghost hunting." "What's ghost hunting?" Onin asked. "Oh, dummy. Ghost hunting. Searching for ghosts. G-O-O-S-E, right," Agatha said, even spelling out 'goose.' "Is that the spelling, Carms?" Onin, not believing Agatha, turned to me for confirmation.

Dad rarely comes here. I keep looking at her picture until my eyes turn heavy with sleep. GHOST His feet are lighter than air as he strides toward her, making no noise, not even by mistake. His feet aren't touching the floor. He's floating in the air, just an inch above. A ghostly smile plays on his handsome face as he glances down at her, sleeping in an awkward way. His eyes are still roaming on her body, looking for a sign of injury. Fury burns in his eyes as he recalls her surroundings with the fire. His suit is so dark that he easily bends in the dark.

“Like… controlling him. Like a puppet.” I didn’t believe it at first. Black magic? Remote killing? It sounded ridiculous. Unreal. Like something made up to justify fear. But then— I remembered Ghon. The way he smiled. The way his pheromones twisted into something wrong. The way his body moved like it didn’t fully belong to him. And the way he collapsed. No struggle. No warning. Just… gone. I stared at the glass, my own reflection staring back at me, a little thinner, a little quieter than before. “…so it’s real,” I whispered.

Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it. Hugo grabbed Cael, and they quickly teleported. It startled the ghost when two hunters suddenly appeared in front of him and thrust the katana into his chest. Everyone turned towards the portal that was suddenly open. It was a mixture of darkness and light. A creature came out of there. It was like what they saw in the swimming gym on Halloween. They could see fear and shock on its face. A hooded creature came out of the portal. The wings almost remove the feathers. It was wearing a long skirt with a broken hem. Also, it was holding a scythe and they could not see its face. “The grim reape