Ghost Reading Book Novels & Stories

Thanks, Scarlett, he'll pay for what he did to us and that's for sure," I answered and then she nodded in agreement and left the room. I ate my food and barely got any sleep as I continued all through the night reading the book and by 5:13 am I was done with the book. The disappointment that engulfed me as a result of bit getting anything useful from the book. I wondered why Araida asked me to read it, there was nothing but mostly spells on becoming invisible. I had not seen any ghost since the last one I saw when I was with Sigil. I stood up from the chair and moved to the bed as I was sleep-deprived, strained eyes, and with a banging headache.

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.

“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!’

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

“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.

"Now, let us show him what a real ghost looks like." (Watch out for Chapter 213) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me. Thank you, readers.

It sat on my vanity, the white leather glowing with a faint, ghostly luminescence. “Ting.” The sound was soft, almost mournful. Task Thirty-Two: The Mother’s Audit. The Ledger is not a list of names. It is a map of the ‘Void-Nodes’ currently growing inside the North’s children. To stop the spread, you must find the ‘First Infection.’ Follow the silver thread that leads out of your window. I looked at the book, then at my sleeping husband. If I woke him, he’d burn the book and forbid me from leaving. He’d try to fight a ghost with a sword again.

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

The cover showed a silver tree and a red door, titled: THE GHOSTS OF THE INK. The woman flipped to the last page, glanced at the words, then at Maya. "You’re not supposed to be here," she said, voice shaking with both fear and thrill. "The book ends with you dying in the white space. I just finished reading it ten minutes ago." Maya looked at the book. The ink on the page was shifting—new words, fresh and alive, wrote themselves as she watched. The woman glanced at the sky. "Oh no," she whispered. "The Readers—they didn’t vanish. They followed you into the real world."