Ghost Reading Novels & Stories

Like a constant tic Reminding her of every passing second She could see every so often A lost wispy ghost wandering the streets Sometimes crowding in an alleyway Plotting nothing of importance Since they couldn’t focus much on agendas The closing dividers darkening their memory Like shutting doorways giving no way to haunting thoughts Of friends and foes, families and future Nothing mattered except for the longing to be someplace far Where no-one craved for the Hollow Night And the end was truly within their grasp Slowly as days passed And Pepper Rei finally heard from the gossiping souls About the man who could see The presence of these otherworldly beings So seeing the first reassuring may

Also there are four kind of hunger ghost, ghost who killed people for wealth, ghost who used innocent people like trash for gaining wealth, ghost who used themselves for gaining wealth, ghost who lost his wealth because of people. Further all categories of ghost are separated by sub categories. Ghost who killed for wealth include venom breath ghost, piercing ghost and blood strive ghost. light eyes ghost. Ghost who used innocent people like trash are stinky body ghost, shedding skin ghost and spineless ghost, Humbart was possessed by spineless ghost, spineless ghost are one that usually who forces people to do all evil thing in return of food because of which their spine is broken and they

“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!’

I rushed as I observed both Kyle and Alex hyping themselves up to cause trouble. I took a deep breath and continued. "A ghost is basically an assassin who is above the law, because they neither exist nor is considered nonexistent. They work by contract or freelance. This person has the ability to kill with no remorse and get away with it, because technically he does not exist in the eyes of the law. He has no identity, yet he has multiple identities. No one has ever successfully gotten close enough to a ghost to uncover their true identity and if there is a ghost amongst us then we are all in deep trouble. I do not know for sure if he was hired by Richard or the other people who wish to kill

Vengeance has not been paid, on the contrary, it is also unjustly killed. Vera step by step closer to see the shadow, in her mind there is only one thought that there is a real ghost here. There's a broom nearby, but are ghosts afraid of brooms? As far as I know, garlic is the most effective thing to keep the spirit from coming near me, so she needs a piece of garlic in her body, but the garlic is not in her body right now, it's in the fridge, and the ghost is in the kitchen, what do you get?

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

I sent out the message, feeling my throat dry up instantly, I leaped from the bed, grabbed a bottle of water from the table, and gulped it down with my eyes glued to my screen. The dots reappeared again. My eyes darted to the time, it's almost midnight and I should be asleep by now but ain't no way I'm going to bed without knowing what the hell is going on here. Ghost: You don't know what I'm talking about, or you are pretending not to know? Tell me what lies he told you about your best friend's death and then I might explain myself

He wasn’t summoning beasts. He was dragging the in-between into the now. Cracks tore open in the sky. The air turned sharp, cold, wrong. Ghosts spilled through the veil—wolves, twisted and lost, turned half-mad by unfinished lives. Not just spirits. These were memories that had forgotten they’d died. They surged toward me. I roared, driving my dagger into the ground. A ring of light exploded outward. The ghosts wailed, some vanishing instantly, others dragged back into their graves by unseen hands.

I plead, my heartbeat picking up a few paces She looks up at me and a crease forms on her forehead. “What ghost? There is no ghost. Thelma, you are not being haunted, you are being hunted!”

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.