Ghost Realm Novels & Stories

The wind whooshed through the blackened trees, and I thought I could hear whispers within them. "So what comes now? Now that all these dimensions and realms have fractures in them, what can we expect now?" I dared to ask and Thorne shook his head. "Anything. The craziest of things, Kylie. Ghosts? Spirits? You name them . The moment they spot those fractures-if they haven't already.. They'll start to break through. And guess what realm they would love to have a party at?" Thorne asked, his voice ominous." "ours." I whispered.

Azazel yelled. Just then Daniel saw two lower level demons carrying a thin, frail woman. Her skin was translucent and gray. Her bones were clearly visible under her nightgown. They carried her over to Azazel and threw her down at Daniel's feet. Daniel knew, before she even looked up at him, that this was his Elizabeth or what she had been reduced too.

Either that or not made it so everything feels real. Looking at the Giant Goblin, I wondered where the weak point on it was. During the Beta version, it had been on its stomach, with a mark to indicate what needed to be hit, looking at it now, I didn’t see any revealing mark. It was approximately twenty feet tall, dark green with a large muscular body and a small head, with pointy ears. It wore an armor plate over its chest. “Any idea where the weak spot is?” I came to a stop, not wanting to initiate the fight until I had a little more information.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

KAIDA I stood between realms, a fragile dam against a rising tide of spirits. Following the light radiating from each apparition within the estate, I anchored as many souls as I could, ushering them into the afterlife. My body felt like a hollow vessel; I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet, yet I moved with desperate resolve. I had to protect my pups and my mates from the Gashadokuro’s impending assault. I could sense its birth—a dark, rhythmic pulsing that hammered against my skin.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

My eyes—twin discs of translucent quartz—stared unblinking at the heavy silver doors, capturing the reflection of a reality I could no longer touch, but could feel in every rhythmic thrum of the bedrock. I was the Dead Soul Anchor. I didn’t breathe, but I vibrated. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The sound wasn't in my neck anymore; it was the subsonic hum of the city’s power grid. My consciousness was no longer confined to flesh; it was a ghost-code woven into the very steel and stone of the fortress. Beside me, in the silent frequencies of the server farm, Kael moved like a digital shadow—the Ghost/Admin of a kingdom built on his own remains.

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm

“They can sense a non ghost, though. That’s why we must be careful. Even if they can’t see you, they can find you.” “And the others too.” I groaned. “And we have no idea where they are.” “We will find them, Zelda, don’t worry.” Penn assured me. “Gwenna, Agaras, may I ask...is this all there is in the afterlife? Is there a Twilight Nexus or Ravaged Hollow?” “Of course there is!” Gwenna exclaimed. “This is merely a bridge to those worlds. That’s why many ghosts move with urgency.” “Well you guys died decades ago why aren’t you already there?” I asked.