Ghost Number 13 Novels & Stories

In a fit of anger, she had forgotten that she was still changing. She shut the door with a bang and yelled, “Screw you! I’ll never let you touch me!” Kiran wordlessly touched a finger to his nose as he thought to himself, ‘Was the person I kissed and touched not Snow Xander? If not, could it have been…’ “Ghost!” Kiran shouted suddenly, sending a chill down Snow’s spine, and she opened the door with a pale face. “What ghost?” “An ugly female ghost!” Kiran backed away, grinning broadly.

Once night came, Rey couldn’t help but ask, “…Are you really sure that we’ll see the ghost tonight, brother Gerald…?” “Putting it simply, all ghosts instinctually feel the need to return to crime scenes involving them. Adding that to the fact that night is usually the most active time for ghosts, I’m pretty sure that the grudgeful ghost will make a return!” replied Gerald. With how confident Gerald sounded, Rey was inclined to believe that Gerald must be right. Seeing that Rey had asked, Gerald took his phone out to check the time… Apparently, it was already ten. Nodding as he slid his phone back into his pocket, Gerald then said, “Alright, let’s make our move!”

it rasped, its voice a mechanical croak. Anya hesitated, a war raging within her. Could she trust this stranger, this outcast from society? Yet, what options did she have? "Yes," she finally whispered, her voice hoarse. The figure extended a skeletal hand, revealing a small, crumpled piece of paper. "Ghost wants to see you," it said, its voice barely audible. "Abandoned Warehouse, District 13. Midnight." Anya's heart pounded. "Ghost?" The cyber beggar cackled, a sound devoid of mirth. "Don't ask me. Just follow the instructions, if you know what's good for you." With that, it shuffled back into the shadows, leaving Anya alone with the weight of the message.

No one could sense his current strength if he didn't mention it. "I'm not, sorry. I just love horror movies and watch them often so I'm a little more courageous." The woman smiled bitterly. "It's alright then. As long as you listen to me, we'll definitely reach the third floor." Spirits and ghosts were directly related to the soul. Despite the layers of illusion around the private paradise of this Black Soul Scout, it was still manipulating souls at its core. "Hm, okay. This is my first time experiencing such things. As long as I can leave, I'll listen to you."

“Hello?” No one answered at first. I thought it was either a wrong number or a prank call. I sat up slightly. “Hello?” I called out once again. There was a faint crackle on the other end. Then a distorted voice spoke. “I know you’re Ghost.” Then I could hear them hang up.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

I growled so hard that the foundation of the building shook. Fear glowed in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the office. What nonsense. Exhaling sharply, I marched toward the door, excited and nervous to meet Zara. My phone rang, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I pulled it out and saw that it was Ghost calling. “Ghost, is there any problem? I’m coming to the room now,” I muttered. “We are not in the pack. We are at the police station,” Ghost said.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

I say into the room. “I’ve never seen a ghost like that before. Is it a demon?” Addison quickly questions. “No. Not that I’ve come across.” Addison’s head perks up to the side, “Seraphina says that it uses her. Something about number 6.” “Number 6...but Number 6 has been dead for…,” I count the years off in my head. “Three years.” What was Number 6’s affliction? Did I ever find out? “I can’t hear-Seraphina?” Addison’s head whips around the room trying to find her.

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.