Ghost Realm Novels & Stories

Countless black streams of malevolent energy hung down, and the ground below those streams caved in. Under Horra's deft control, countless ghosts wearing black armor marched out of the Thousand-Soul Flag. There were regular ghosts, ghosts of generals, and skeletons. Those entities possessed an incredibly strong negative energy that made them as strong as a level nine supreme paragon. The aura they had was far stronger than that of Tomos and Sachin. After Horra summoned his minions from the flag, he waved his hands and commanded, "After him!" The apparitions roared in delight at the delicious feast of practitioners and rushed manically toward Severin.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

* The black cloud finally arrived over the palace spires, and as it parted, hundreds—then thousands—of shifting, translucent shapes began to descend into the courtyard. They were not living, breathing shadow beasts. They were not soldiers of the Moon Guard, nor were they physical dragons. They were ghosts. They were the spectral, weeping remnants of ancient dragon spirits—their colossal forms hollowed out, their scales made of pure, roiling silver-gray smoke, and their eyes glowing with a twisted, crimson madness. Eryx unleashed a deafening roar of pure fury. *"Impossible! The elder councils buried them beneath the crust centuries ago!"* Morwen’s face turned completely pale, her wooden staff

"You're the Alpha. She's just a ghost who hasn't accepted her burial." I nodded, let her guide me down the corridor. But my gaze kept drifting back to the empty space where Lumira had stood, where she had caught a dagger mid-air and returned it without looking, where she had dismissed me like a servant dismissed from a room. A revenant. Yes. That was easier. But revenants didn't command moon-dragons. Ghosts didn't make the mate bond scream with recognition. Ghosts didn't look at you with the absolute certainty that you were already dead to them, and they were simply waiting for you to realize it.

She wanted to wake him up and see those grey eyes look at her with that confusing gaze of suspicion and heat. But then, she remembered who she was. She was the Ghost. She had a bounty on her head in three territories. The Rakan Guild owned her blood debt. If she stayed... they would find her. And they would kill him just for standing next to her. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking in the silence. She pulled away. Kornel grunted. His hand grasped at the empty space where she had been, seeking her warmth even in his sleep.

A closed eye. Emily opened the book. The pages were blank. "What?" she muttered. She ran her hand over the paper. As her skin touched the page, words began to bleed into existence. They weren't written in ink. They were written in grey light. THE CODEX OF THE SLEEPER Entry 1: The Nature of the Anomaly. Emily read. And as she read, her world shifted. "The Oneiric is not a witch. Nor a mage. The Oneiric is a glitch in the cycle of souls. A mortal spirit that crossed the Veil of Death but was rejected, returning to the living world misaligned."

We didn't take a convoy; we traveled in our shifted forms, two shadows racing across the moonlit plains. The Ossuary was a crumbling ruin of white stone, hidden deep within a canyon. As we approached, the air turned frigid. I could feel the presence of the Ghost Council before I saw them. They weren't alive, but they weren't dead either. They were echoes—wraiths of the old world held together by sheer spite and the remnants of the Council’s forbidden magic. "Welcome home, daughter of the void," the Elder’s voice rasped from the darkness of the tomb.

The man scoffed disdainfully, "It doesn't matter since you're about to die. I'm Ghost Shadow, and she's Madam Bones!" Sebastian nodded slightly. "Alright, if you insist on dying, I'll grant your wish." "Fool!" Ghost Shadow shouted as he drew a sword from his waist. The sword's tip shimmered with a dark glow, transforming into a black streak aimed at Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's expression changed immediately. Ghost Shadow was indeed a disciple of the Corpse Sect, and the sword was soaked in corpse fog. A strike from this sword wouldn't just kill; it would also cause the victim to suffer unbearably from the corpses' energy, eventually leading to a horrific death.

The creature resembled neither a human nor a ghost. The Violet Rain Bird’s expression turned grim, its massive body trembling. “Be careful, Master Adrian. This is a Human Ghoul.” A Human Ghoul was a humanoid monster classified as a type of daemonic beast. Its sharp fangs and black eyes presented a truly frightening sight. As the creature growled, Adrian's gaze turned icy. “You really think you’re something?” He charged at the beast.

Kyra raised her hand, and she opened the portal. “Ostium Inferni,” said Kyra. Presently a portal opens from behind the ghost. It turned its back, and the gang could see fear and shock on its face. A hooded creature came out of the portal. The wings almost remove the feathers. It was wearing a long skirt with a broken hem. Also, it was holding a scythe, and they could not see its face. “W-what is that?” Raven asked in shock. “The grim reaper.” Tyler and Kyra spoke, but they only heard Kyra’s voice. Tyler uses his telepathy with Kyra.