Ghost Realm Novels & Stories

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

On the other side of the gate, she began to understand his reason for doubting the level of difficulty. Dozens of armed guards took up positions on either side of the Jeep, escorting it toward the large house at the end of the lane. Their eyes glowed amber, an indicator that all of these people were Souled Vampires. She hadn’t gotten the impression from Cassidy and her parties visit that they’d been quite so amassed, but then, perhaps Jo hadn’t been paying quite enough attention.

It felt heavier than the first. “Midnight,” Leora said, melting back into the graveyard of metal. “Don’t be late. And don’t die before you plug it in. I’d hate for my work to be posthumous.” They were left alone in the rust and the yellow light, holding two thumb drives that contained their salvation and a possible apocalypse. “She’s using us,” Sabe said quietly. “We’re using her,” Anton corrected, gripping the drives tightly. “It’s the only way to fight ghosts. You have to become a ghost yourself, and then you have to turn on the lights.”

I looked through the window of his eyes, wondering what was wrong. “Ghouls!” Came the sturdy voice of Kir. “They are here and in large numbers. I can smell them!” He explained, and every atom of peace left me. Ghouls were bad news, and Ithra lay asleep on Kir’s back, totally undisturbed. They were dead spirits that escaped the underworld, roaming through the dark forest and sniffling souls from every living thing they sensed. Thankfully, as a werewolf, we learned to mask our scent using the earth, and Kir was ready to do that. Except that Ithra was still asleep and in harm's way.

"First off, what's even beyond the spirit realm? Ghosts?" The high priestess stared at him for several seconds, causing Axel to look away awkwardly. Eventually, she sighed lightly before she responded. "The spirit realm is beyond that, Beta. Yes, the spirits of our dead wander into the spirit realm, but it has so much more within its depths. Dark entities and beasts roam there. Ancient magic, both dark and light, exists there."

“You are the direct descendant of Lyaria Vaelthorn—the last blood heir of the ancient Umbrawolf line. A shadow wolf. And Thora is no ordinary wolf—she’s a Guardian Spirit, sent to protect the chosen bloodline.” Thora let out a low, shivery growl inside me, something between awe and fear. “You mentioned the spirit world… the Umbra Realm,” I said, eyes locked on his. “What is that, really?” “The Umbra Realm is a reflection of our world. A shadow dimension where energy, souls, and ancient power exist side by side. Only certain bloodlines can cross into it—Umbrawolves.” I stared, my tongue suddenly dry. “So… I can go there?”

“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!’

He didn't even acknowledge me, but urged me again, further this time. I stepped through the parents and saw it was Bella. Damn. "How long has she been dead?" I asked. "That's the thing. She's not dead." Thanatos replied. "What do you mean?" I asked. Thanatos explained, "Gamora has taken a liking to her and smiled when she saw her soul. She was wandering about through the planes and realms unconsciously; she probably doesn't even know such things exist. I tried to reap her soul while we were in the same plane as her, but I failed terribly. She vanished right before my eyes and I couldn't even find her. The only thing I could track was her physical body."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.