Novel & Cerita Ghost Reading A Book

But then, right there and then before my eyes, blank pages started appearing, sewing their pages against the spine. "Goodness!" I stood frozen. It was a wonder seeing something spooky as a book stitching its own pages together. What more is there for me to see? "Put your right palm on one blank page, Chosan." Without hesitating a second time, my shaky hand stretched over to the book. The hissing sound got fiercer the closer I came in contact with the black page. As soon as my palm touched it, my head snapped back. My mouth gaped and I could literally see several texts rushing in through my mouth. Then all of a sudden, my body dissolved into a puff of smoke.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

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.

A big part of me was scared too. Exasperatedly, she waved her hand and the same book that Jace gifted me appeared in front of us. She waved her fingers in the air. The book opened, and the pages began to turn itself. Now she was frightening me. "Read," She gestured with her eyes at the page. I had started to feel sick to my stomach. I was trying hard not to get on my feet and ran away from her office without looking back. Forwarding, I leaned over the book. My eyes darted on the highlighted letters. When I was done with the reading, my big eyes turned to her. She wasn't kidding. It was clearly written what she told me about the reborn thing.

Taking the book off the shelve I may just find what I wanted to know here. I take a glass of bourbon and go sit in front of the fireplace. The small fire tongues lapping at the logs. Opening the book, I started reading about black magic but nothing that I could relate to what was happening to me and Brian. I have been reading now for about two days and was tired, so I closed my eyes and, before long, I drifted off. I saw Hailey standing at the door. She is fudging with her hands in front of her, I am sitting in front of the fireplace looking at her as she starts to talk.

“This book was written by someone who was exactly like me centuries ago, so I wanted to know more information on how to survive this. You don't think I'm going to wait here to die, right?” He nodded. “You're right, but what exactly are you looking at, and what did you find out?” I showed him what I saw, and especially the last line that I just read. That line alone sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't think about it. What was that supposed to mean? I couldn't love two people? “You can’t believe everything written by ghosts,” he said, almost teasing. His gold eyes caught the candlelight, and my heart skipped a bit.

No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Brad said. Bias fixed him with an incredulous stare. “Are you serious? This is beyond odd, this is classic haunting phenomena.” Brad chuckled. He felt better now that Bias was here, and somehow the extreme seriousness with which the young man approached all this helped Brad take it less seriously. “Really, ghosts routinely go around rearranging books? Seems a little pointless.” “You’re thinking like a living, breathing human being.” “It’s one of my many faults.”

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf