Ghost Reading Novels & Stories

“If we intended to scare you, you’d already be unconscious.” Maerin swallowed. Althea’s eyes sharpened with interest rather than fear. “I assume you’re here for inspection.” “Yes,” Puc confirmed. “And contingency preparation.” He gestured subtly, and his team fanned out with silent precision. Ghosts moved differently than the living. They didn’t walk so much as decide to be elsewhere. One moment they were beside a pillar; the next, their hand was sliding through stone, testing for hidden sigils, Veil-knots, or layered bindings meant to trigger later.

He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page. "Is this what it looked like?" He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. '' Said Robert.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Just poured himself a coffee, black and bitter, and leaned against the counter like the weight of the building could hold him steady. Ghost appeared like he always did, silent and sudden, leaning in the doorway with a cigarette burning low. His pale eyes cut across the room, landing on Rhett, steady and unblinking. “You didn’t sleep,” Ghost said. Not a question. A fact. Rhett took a swallow of coffee that burned all the way down. “Didn’t need to.”

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

So I have no idea why everyone was tensed. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sir Reynold broke the silence. "We don't have an obligation to tell you. However, since you guys are our best hunters, I would say it once. The door to the afterlife is an open secret for ghosts like us within the high hierarchy in the ghost society. It's not the first time a ghost witnessed another soul going back to its original appearance and then disappeared in the light. "But we have no name for this phenomenon. Only recently, when Kelly and Carl witnessed it and heard those words from the disappearing ghost that we finally managed to get some clue about it.

the air felt heavy, charged with a static electricity that made the hair on Jack's arms stand up. "Spectral readings are off the charts," Haley said, her eyes glued to a handheld scanner that looked like a Game Boy modified by NASA. "It's not just radiation, Jack. It's... memory. The background energy is replaying the emotional resonance of the evacuation. Fear. Confusion. Loss." "Ghost stories," Marcus grunted, scanning the rooftops with his thermal scope. "I prefer targets I can shoot." "You can't shoot a memory, big guy," Jack said, his eyes scanning the shadows. "But you might have to shoot what's feeding on them."

he began, his hand brushing her shoulder gently. Karen sat up, her eyes filled with a vulnerability that Adam had seen way too much of in the past week. “I know how this seems; I know you think I'm crazy, but…" Her voice was shaking now. "I saw her, Adam. I’m not mistaken; Ashley's ghost is haunting me." Adam's expression turned sympathetic. "I don't think you're crazy. You're not. And it's okay if not everyone understands; some people might misunderstand and think that—”

I yelled. They all stopped and stared at me. I fell chills run down my body. I thought that ghosts were a pile of white energy floating, but the ones in front of me had human appearances. A whole town was filled with ghosts. They stared with wide eyes, their faces passive and slack. Awareness crept over me that I was no longer in contact with the ground but instead spinning. They heft me with their energy and let me sink into the ground. My vision became blurry, and I fainted.