Ghost Lilies Novels & Stories

I readied myself, battle posture and hands already folded. Two minutes later, the notorious gang of assassins, hundred-win kill rate, known for being vicious and blah blah blah, were laying on the floor whining and moaning in pain. That was it. I shook my head as I crouched down to check the pockets of the assassins, whoever hired them must be someone I was very familiar with. As I searched the pocket of the assassins, I came across a moonlit lily, these flowers only grew in the supernatural world.

“Still might influence the magic. But we’ll see.” We didn’t talk much as she started. The forest hushed around us, as if listening. Lily cleared a circle with herbs and powdered stone, arranged the symbols, placed the blood in a crystal dish at the center. She chanted low, in a language older than anything I cared to understand. Smoke rose. The air thickened. I held my breath. The blood glowed red, then black. Then fizzled out. Lily frowned. “What was that?” I asked, stepping forward.

A cold part of the palace, without the touch of the dozens of servants. I tried summoning the ghost once more. I thought that if it didn't work this time, I would have to capture it. Liliana, I need your help. The Luna in front of us is now dead, and this might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance for us to smell the clues of the serial killer who took my mother's life. “Come here.” Luna Delancy didn't open her mouth, but for some reason, I could hear her voice. My skin crawled, getting goosebumps when I realized the ghost in front of me was hovering in the center of the room.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

asked Juno. “…First of all, this perfume bag… It’s called ghost-luring perfume, and as its name suggests, it’s used to lure ghosts. Moving on to the letter, Old Flint apparently wants to head to a place called Grimhelm to investigate some secrets regarding vampires. Though he’s asking me if I’m willing to go with him, since he sent me this perfume bag, I’m sure he means business. After all, I told him to only send this particular kind of perfume bag over if major issues came up!”

Lucian spoke in a possessive type of calm as he looked deep into my eyes before his own gaze drifted to this man, the once tamed darkness he held whenever he looked at me, now on show for this man who shuttered in fear before his beautiful eyes locked with mine again. “Convallaria Majalis or better known as Lily of the Valley, is one of the deadliest flowers you can grow, e-each area of the plant is poisonous and when crushed into a powder like this, it’s deadly.” I quietly explained what I knew about this flower and the deadly consequences it carries if not handled correctly, where in Lucian’s eyes, there seemed to be a mixture of emotions.

One word circled over and over: REMEMBER. She entered the date of her father’s “death.” The door clicked open. Inside was a small room. Dust-covered. Shelves of old tech. In the center is an audio device with a blinking green light. Lily pressed PLAY. Her father’s voice filled the room. Calm. Measured. "If you’re hearing this, it means the system has been breached. GhostFlame is active. And you, Lily… you’re the only one who can stop it."

His lifeless features bore a serene stillness, a stark contrast to the vibrant memories that echoed in their hearts. # Lily stood by the graveside, her heart heavy with grief, as friends and family gathered to say their final goodbyes to her father. The air was filled with a somber quietude, disrupted only by the rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of condolences. The weather mirrored the emotions in the air, with overcast skies threatening rain. Lily, clad in dark attire, held a single white lily in her hand, a symbol of purity and the bittersweet memories she held dear. The scent of earth and flowers intermingled, creating an atmosphere of both sorrow and reverence. As the priest spoke

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

the paladin bow down and his liege faced them Lina remembered the cosplay of ghosts every Halloween. A white floating sheet –she doesn’t even know if the kid used a bedsheet or their own blanket but it somehow looks like what’s in front of her “A floating skull” Lich looks like the ghost in Halloween –more like the grim reaper With chains and an old book spell in his both hands, black hairdressing in his bone head and a white old and tattered robe for his top… Lich is ready for some trick or treat