Ghost Island Survivor Novels & Stories

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

“It’s no problem. And yeah, my shoulder got dislocated before I came to Shadow Claw. I set it myself, so it wasn’t too much trouble.” I said it so casually that, for a moment, no one reacted. Then the room went completely silent. I blinked and slowly looked around at the stunned faces staring back at me. Huh. Apparently, that little detail had struck a nerve. They were all looking at me like I had just casually announced that I’d performed surgery on myself at the kitchen table. I glanced down at my shoulder, then back at them, genuinely confused by the reaction. “What?” That only seemed to make things worse.

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

Marina tried to look inside, only to see a burned-out house, so she asked the person in front: “Tell me, what's going on in there?” “ Oh, you don't know, Marina's house burned down last night and she probably didn't escape the fire, she must have died...” The man had just finished speaking when he turned to see Marina, he stood dumbfounded for a moment, his face gradually became afraid, then shouted: “ G... Gh... Ghostttttt!!!!” The man's scream caught everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned to Marina. Of course everyone was like the other man, their faces gradually became scared, they all backed away into the distance. Right now they just want to stay away from Marina as far as pos

They sprinted down the corridor, their footsteps echoing through the abandoned halls. A metal door stood at the end, slightly ajar. Waiting. Ayesha pushed it open. Face to Face with the Ghost The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from flickering monitors displaying surveillance feeds. And there he was. The Ghost. He stood with his back to them, hands clasped behind him. When he turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. "You finally made it," he said smoothly. His voice was calm, controlled. Too controlled. "Game’s over," Adrian growled, raising his gun.

“Got something. His ID tag buried in the network logs Project Subject: 0000. Codename: GHOST.” “Jesus Christ,” Luca breathed. “She started with him.” “And when he broke?” Noa whispered. “She replaced him… with me.” The older Noa on screen suddenly lifted his head. Stared straight at the camera. Then mouthed one word. “Run.” Within twenty minutes, Ivy had traced the feed’s location to an off-grid research vessel drifting in the Greenland Sea. No government flag. No known registry. No radar pings. Just floating in the cold like it didn’t exist.

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Skinny Monkey added, shrill as ever, “It’s the last day! If you try to touch us, I’ll slice her head clean off!” The ghosts' anger all came to an abrupt halt! From up here, I could see every single ghost downstairs staring at the axe and at me. None of them dared to move. Seconds ticked by. Then, the system’s chime rang in everyone’s ears: [Survival countdown: Ten, Nine, Eight…] “It’s done!” Big Eyes’ face contorted into wild ecstasy. “Hahaha! Old hag! You’re done being useful! “I won’t even let you leave with us!”

Her body would simply fail, and she would fall. But not today. Today wasn't the right day. The light was wrong. The angle was wrong. The wind was unpredictable. Ghost had learned patience the hard way by staying alive when he should have been dead. He watched her disappear into the building. Then he waited. Ghost ate protein bars and drank water from a bottle he'd prepared the night before. The apartment was empty except for him and his equipment. He'd rented it under a false name, paid in cash, told the landlord he was a photographer working on a project about the Manhattan skyline.