Ghost Light Novel Novels & Stories

‎But as I lie there in his arms, listening to his breathing even out, I know the truth. ‎Mikhail is still there. ‎In the shadows. ‎In my blood. ‎In the way my body remembers him even when I’m in another man’s arms. ‎And I don’t know how to kill a ghost that lives inside me. ‎ ‎Mikhail.... ‎I’m still on the balcony, city lights mocking me from below, when the phone rings. ‎I down the rest of the whiskey before going in to answer it. My mother. ‎I answer." Mama?"

she softly whispered. His lips trembled as he replied, “More than my life itself.” “Then don’t choose silence,” she urged. “Not for yourself. Not for me.” The ghost’s laughter cut through both of them. “Beautiful lies. She tells you not to choose. But when the gravestone closes, she will be the one erased.” Vincent felt the words twist inside him like sharp blades. The ghost stretched out a smoky hand, and the journal appeared in its grip, with its pages fluttering open like wings. It glowed red as it opened, revealing dozens of names carved in blood within its pages.

She stepped on the first blue stair and turned back. "Will we meet again?" He was gone. "Oh, I guess we won't" Lucus yawned as he walked on the footpath, somewhere in Melbourne. The book began shining again and he heard the bells. His blonde hair turned back to peach and his clothes changed into black. His eyes turned grey as he looked into the book "So, who is it now?" Kirito reached home and closed the door behind him. Vivian passed through the door and followed him. "I'm a ghost now. This feels like a horror movie, right Jericho?" She turned back but he wasn't there.

with the Energy of the Ordinary. The Ghost in the Substrate couldn't handle the "Low-Intensity Content." It began to Dissolve. The Liquid Ink cloak turned back into harmless lavender mist. The Iron-Hard Text shattered into a billion tiny "Typos" that vanished into the atmosphere. "The... story... must... end..." the Ghost whispered, its form fading into a grey static. "No," I said, walking through the dissolving entity, my violet-silver skin glowing with a quiet, stable heat. "The story just needs to Stop Being a Story."

"Okay... I'll tell. My mother used to be a traveler, she spent her whole youth traveling this 1/3 of Ybirth and collecting many magical artifacts, you see. The stones attached to this book are entities separated from the elements, she created this book herself and recorded the strange things in this continent of Ybirth, all... everything, including the fact that the moon and sun shield each other forming a terrifying formation... that purple light shines down on this land and the Ghosts become significantly stronger." Andy listened attentively, eating gingerbread and following the storyline Celica told him, but when he heard the "Ghost" part, he froze as if he remembered something, something

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

This girl. “Shhhh. We are here at the mountain, there are lots of ghosts here, if they heard you crying they will get near here. Are you not afraid? WARNING: Hi Readers! Please don’t unlock the succeeding chapters. I need to edit some grammatical errors and please do understand. If this note has been removed, you may now continue! Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

Mirawadee didn’t even think to open her eyes and buried herself under the blanket. The black shadow flew so far that the figure was visible. But she could see that she was a ghost girl. The spirit figure stared at the two people in bed with longing. Now, even using a hand to touch the young man in front of her, she couldn’t do it. Until it fades into darkness.