Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

I almost spilled the juice I was drinking because he suddenly grabbed my arm. When we passed by, we simply looked at what was inside. I was surprised to see Toshi and Kylo with other men talking Hunter and I finished a bucket of beer before we left for the morgue. I will prove to him that there is a ghost in our area and that ghost could be me. If I'm the ghost, then Hunter's grandfather really did pass the curse on to me - the curse of being a ghost. I sped up the operation of my tricycle even though I shouldn't be in a hurry. I can still hear Mom Carol's scream in my head when she chased us. Where are we going? Hunter and I couldn't even turn to him.

Emily replied. Grace lowered her head, taking a deep breath. Unlike Grace’s calculated silence, Sophia was trembling with fear. She tugged on Grace’s sleeve, her voice shaky. “Mom, who is she? How does she know so much about us…” “Who is she?” Grace muttered bitterly, her voice hollow. “She’s a vengeful ghost, straight from the depths of hell, here to make us pay.” Sophia shuddered, her lips quivering. “I told you we shouldn’t have messed with Bert. We shouldn’t have gone to his house last night…”

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. Ghost. That’s the first word blaring in my mind as I stand face to face with the entity that’s supposed to be my mother. But it can't be my mother. She can never be my mother. Because my mother died…..I clutched her cold, still hands as my grandmother pulled me away from the doctors dressed in white coats, masks covering their faces, working on her body……she’s a ghost….a fucking ghost.

Rhea Damon woke up with a splitting headache, and in an unfamiliar location. The whole place smelled like urine and she could easily have puked out her dinner, except that she wasn’t sure she had any. Her head was throbbing and her stomach was rumbling. She stood up from the cold wet floor and spun around quickly, assessing the place she was in. She sighed at the realization of where she was. She was in the last cell of the dungeons, the exact cell her father, Ghost had kept her mother for a few years before she died. Rhea had very vague memories of her mother, Elena but she remembered that her mother was a good person. Elena never told her categorically to fight for someone or against. She

It’s Mother’s will. “Ghost, Milo and Lenora need to have a pup. When they do, it will be a girl.” I feel my voice trail off. “Lenora’s journey will end when the baby is born and my spirit will transfer to the pup.” “My mate is going to die?” He takes a step back and paces. “You’re lying. Why are you saying such disgusting things?” “I’m not lying. I wish it wasn’t true, but that is her fate.” Ghost looks at me, trying to decide what to do. I stay still and watch him. He’s a tracker. He needs time to absorb the details and read my body language.

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

I turned slowly, whispering, "Mom." The voice was soft, gentle, and full of love. I saw my mom, Magdalene, standing before me, her eyes shining with a warm light. I felt a mix of emotions - shock, joy, and confusion. How was this possible? I thought she was dead. I stood face to face with my mom's ghost, her ethereal form radiating a serene beauty. Her graceful features and tranquil expression seemed frozen in time, unchanged by the passing years. She wore the same dress, her long, curly hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. Seeing her like this was both nostalgic and emotional, stirring a mix of feelings within me. If souls could cry, I would have broken down in tears as she

I just found out the most amazing news ever and I haven’t even fully processed it just yet. My mom left for a while and came back with a glass of water. “Drink this, it’s honey water. It will help you feel better.” I nodded and took the cup from her. I drank the whole contents before handing the empty cup back to her. She took it away and came back. She sat with me. “So, if you didn’t throw up, what happened? Did you see a ghost or something?” Mom asked me. “Ghosts aren’t even real, mom!”

"Usually when someone comes in, their relative is just dead. I have a ghost messenger look into it, get some basic personal information and let the seeker know that their loved one or whatever has passed on. I've never heard of a human looking for a deceased who's a vamp. I checked the websites, and there wasn't any real precedent." "It's okay," Shamira said. "You're the one, aren't you?" Gayla said with a nervous smile. "You look like her." "No way," Shamira said. "Samantha got all the looks in the family, but thanks for saying it. Ouch!" she added, rubbing her arm where Clara had just smacked her, rolling her eyes all the while.

I take a deep breath and open the door, and step out into the hallway. I walk through and make my way to the dining hall. I pass pictures of the girls, both past and present. I stop looking at one in particular. The legend that was Ghost. Alessa Valentino. She is standing next to my grandma and a woman with baby pink curly hair, Candy. My grandma was younger back then. Ghost was a legend. She was found days after her parents were killed by the Bratva. Her aunty was the OG founder of the Mother’s Revenge, but as usual, not everything was as it seemed.