Ghost Sam Novels & Stories

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

"Samuel isn't dead, so... that's why we were so happy just now." "Samuel isn't dead?" Velocisaurus glanced at Xiaobai, and the two beasts nodded at the same time. "We are his spirit pets. Logically speaking, if he dies, we can't live as contracted beasts. But look at us, aren't we alive? This means that Samuel is not dead!" Not dead?

Samantha's hollow, haunted gaze fixed on Christian, regret etched deeply into her sorrowful expression as shadows clung to her like a second skin. Trapped between the living and the dead, she reached out, but a cold, unnatural energy held her back, whispering secrets of a fate she could never escape. "Can't you see? I am but a construct of your memories, a shadow of what once was." Christian's eyes widened in shock as Samantha's arm slowly faded into the ether before him. "I am merely a wandering soul, Christian, destined to be consumed by the void when my light finally extinguishes." Christian recoiled, a mixture of fear and confusion contorting his features as he processed Samantha's revel

"Usually when someone comes in, their relative is just dead. I have a ghost messenger look into it, get some basic personal information and let the seeker know that their loved one or whatever has passed on. I've never heard of a human looking for a deceased who's a vamp. I checked the websites, and there wasn't any real precedent." "It's okay," Shamira said. "You're the one, aren't you?" Gayla said with a nervous smile. "You look like her." "No way," Shamira said. "Samantha got all the looks in the family, but thanks for saying it. Ouch!" she added, rubbing her arm where Clara had just smacked her, rolling her eyes all the while.

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.

The one with the lighter says and the voice he hears next made him freeze in his senses. "Ahhhhhhh" He looks back around to see his friend no where? His eyes widening and the lighter dropping from his fingers. "Sam?" There is no reply except the low groans and he gulps seeing the dark clouds closing in. Shaken up ,he again asks in a trembling voice . "Who .. who are you?" He stutters , to fall back. The groans and howl coming closer as he looks around to see nothing except the dark clouds. Movie back till his back hits the tree bark.

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

Dressed in black with yellow lights escaping from its eyes, it pulled out its sword from the sheath before Rogue could react and went through her. Rogue fell down to the ground but no blood escaped her body as the spirit came out with a wailing smoke before it sliced it to absolute nothing. Sam stood up and faced the spirit before he stretched his hands open towards the spirit. “Kono noroi de min’na o sukutte kudasai… Omisan.” Samuel requested as he bowed his head to the spirit before he raised his head. (Please save everyone with this curse.) “Anata o fukumete, haiburiddo-san?” The spirit asked and Samuel nodded. (Even you, hybrid?)

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."