Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

She couldn’t figure out what her child meant. “The game is over now because you saved me and Daddy. You played an interactive video game called Gunmetal Mama.” Omar giggled. The little boy placed his hand against his mother’s face and he caressed his mom’s cheek while watching the smile fade away from her lips. When Omar caressed his mother’s face, that’s when his body disintegrated in her arms. “Baby!!” Amy screamed out to her son after his body crumbled in her arms. She choked on her breath.

“ What?! Your mom? How did she have the mind to do that to a daughter she carried for a whole nine month, nurse her from a little baby to a girl and from a girl to a woman, are you sure she is your mom? Rosie asks. “ Something that still bothers my mind even being a ghost I am still yet to find out if she is really my mom and you know I was really surprise to find out that my sister was alive and never come back home to us” Evelyn says. “My reason for making use of my sisters body was to avenge my death only for me to unravel something and I realize the more I stay calm using my sisters body the more I will get to know why my mother killed me” she says.

The park keepers watched over them, keeping them safe and secure. The BloodMoon was a location for the mythology about vampires, making it the best place to get a glimpse at one. The DarkMoon was for the legend about werewolves, making it the absolute best place for ones to come face to face with the monsters. There was a teenage boy of mixed heritage named Malison. His mixed heritage made him unique in the myth and legends of the Mythic world. His bloodline was mixed with humans, werewolves and vampires, with his mother a vampire, and his father a Werewolf. He was never a pure human, but always a Werewolf, and as with mixed heritage, he was powerful enough.

"Are you a criminal now?. "Let me explain this to you, the guy who is on the news is not me, he is my clone. He looks exactly like me and he can do everything i can do but he is a ghost, he is also the same fool who was attacking me at the farm house, i don't know if you believe me or not" i explained and they were all quite listening to what i was saying. "So you have been hiding all this to us this entire time?, you really thought that was damn cool?" Dad asked and he smelled anger.

The smear she couldn't get out of the floor. That wasn't strawberry jam. Mama's eyes moved down to my wrist. The black bracelet was still there. The light was dead. There was no heartbeat, so it wasn't working anymore. Mama stared at the dead red light. A sound came out of her throat that wasn't crying and wasn't a scream. It was the sound of something breaking inside her. Her lips were shaking as she traced her fingers along my face, tears welling up in her eyes. "Someone call an ambulance. Call somebody. Call—"

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

I had no idea the ghost mother would be crafty enough to play dead. How ridiculous! All the negative energy had gathered in the room. The spirits in the hospital were also rushing toward the basement. An ominous feeling began to fester in my heart. I suddenly had a feeling that the situation was about to spiral out of my control. As expected, when I found the ghost mother again, she was stuffing the spirits of the deceased babies into her mouth. They had been attracted to her because they yearned for motherly love, but they ended up as her food instead.