Ghost Goth Novels & Stories

Just as everything seemed to reach a perfect conclusion, the doors to the chapel hall suddenly slammed open with a loud bang. A group of people dressed in black walked in, moving in perfect formation. Sarah instinctively assumed Henry had come to kick up a fuss. She was just about to put on a smile and confront him when she froze, because the people who walked in weren’t Henry at all. They were police officers in uniform. Panicking, she said, “Officer, there must be some mistake. We’re all law-abiding citizens. We haven’t done anything wrong, have we?” The lead officer ignored her and opened a document.

I wandered the streets like a lost soul, walking until darkness fell before finally heading home. The house was empty; my husband, Brian Stanton, hadn't returned. As I was changing out of my shoes, I found myself walking toward his study, drawn by some strange impulse. He usually never allowed me inside, and true to my word, I hadn't set foot in there for five years. But this time, the door was unlocked. I pushed it open. The desk was spotless, with only an old cell phone sitting on it. I plugged it into a charging cable and powered it on, finding the chat history of only one person.

she added. He had no problem fucking her. Hell even when she bit him at the party it had felt good and he remembered wanting more. He just had no desire to join the ranks of the dead or the undead tonight. 'Not take more than is needed,' he thought. That could range from a small pint to bleeding him dry. He remembered something that his Goth Ex had said about vampires at one time; that they were creatures of their word. They would follow the letter, if not the spirit, of a law, bond, or oath.

“Can you trace it?” Ghost shrugged. “Eventually. It’ll take time. Whoever this guy is, he knows how to hide. But I got one thing.” He tapped the screen. “A name. Hector.” The room went still. Ciara’s breath caught. Cormac’s jaw tightened. Cedric muttered a curse under his breath. I felt Ciara’s hand brush mine not for comfort, but for confirmation. She already knew what that name meant. Ghost stood. “I’m going to start tearing through the reroutes. Might take hours. Might take days. But I’ll get him.”

I say to both men, and Remnick shrugged. “It seems she isn’t even at all scared, good, because the ghouls prey on fear,” he called, and now I feel a cold chill down my spine as I look up towards Draven. Ghouls were real? Of course they were! “Ugh, I thought you meant that only literally,” I say with a sigh, just as I hear Remnick snicker towards me as we reach for the door. “Oh, she will make this a fun journey, Drav…” He called with a smile I didn’t trust. I knew I had to be ready for anything as we crossed towards the backyard of his estate to a black gate.

Azrael released the little girl from her hug and looked her straight in the eyes. “You may have lost your loved ones dear, but always remember they don't want you to be eaten by your own sorrow. Think about those people who were left behind as well like you-- they also want you to move forward in life” Azrael said. The little girl wiped her eyes and tried to get back to her senses. “By the way-” she looked at Azrael with confused eyes. “What is that monster?” she asked. Azrael just smiled at her. “That's a ghoul, it's an evil spirit that harms and eats humans with negative emotions. So, if you feel depressed or angry they will find you and eat you. Just like what happened recently because th

“Lift a paw to your nose, Manolya. It reeks of demon filth.” I swept the light across the chamber. In the center sat an empty stone coffin, its edges jagged. I stepped closer, squinting at the surface. Gnaw marks. Deep, frantic grooves in the stone that no human tool could make. “So it is indeed ghouls,” I murmured. “They are hiding from the sun.” “Low-level pranksters,” Aziz scoffed. “So annoying. What is the motive? Why here? That part I do not understand.”

I could hear whispers—low, guttural voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand, their words laced with malice. The tombstone shifted, the stone creaking as it began to rise, revealing a dark, yawning pit beneath it. My heart raced, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was it. The moment we had feared. The witch’s resting place had been disturbed. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wail pierced the air, and a ghostly figure began to rise from the tomb, her form shimmering and translucent. She was cloaked in shadow, her face obscured, but her presence was undeniable. Power radiated off her in waves, and the air crackled with dark magic.

Ryder would go insane if he heard this. With no second thought, Giveon morphed into his werewolf form, disappearing into the dark woods. Tomorrow, he will be returning to the pack to drop the big news. * "Get inside," Ghost ordered sternly, holding the door of his apartment open. Still, in tears, Ciara slowly walked in. She recalled waking up here weeks ago. Never had she thought she would be back here again. "Sergio–" Ghost began, with a hoarse voice, "Did he touch you? Did he fuck you?" He added, spelling it all out.

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option