Ghost Sam Novels & Stories

she stammers, “Then look somewhere else, your stare is disturbing” He sounds cold and doesn’t even glance at Rachael. To Rachael, this is a side of Samuel she has never seen before. Those people, he killed them all. He says he isn’t a vampire; what are you guys, Samuel and Gabriel? Samuel glances at her from the side of his eye and he frowns. “Monsters” he mumbles under his breath. Back at the club. A woman in a Saint Laurent black jacket inspects the headless corpses on the floor, the marble floor has been almost buried in a pool of blood.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

Did he truly appear like a pervert? Sammy, adjusting her disheveled clothes, asked anxiously after composing herself, "What happened?" "You were possessed by the ghost. Do you not recall anything from that time?" Adrian asked. Sammy shook her head. Adrian nodded. "Since you've forgotten, let's leave it at that." The ghost had manipulated Sammy's body and caused harm to many people. If Sammy were to remember the events, she would likely be overwhelmed with fear and anguish. Adrian believed it was best not to burden her with that knowledge.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

I wept. “Please, wake up,” I begged. When I suddenly saw him sit down with his eyes closed and half of the bag covering him. I stopped crying for a while because I am surprised that he is back. He went back from the dead like me. I immediately stand up and hug him but I can't hug him. My hand just infiltrated him. I tried to hug him again but it was still the same. He is just like a hologram sitting in front of me with his eyes closed. I cannot touch him, I cannot hug him.

Ryker cried, seeing Samantha's body still lying on the bed. “Ryker,” her eerie voice sounded again. “Stop calling my name!! You're dead!!” He cried, falling to his knees with his hands shielding his ears. Samantha sat up abruptly and turned to look at him, her eyes turned into laser eyes and Ryker's spirit went out of him. There were eerie sounds in the room and he fell on the floor and began to crawl slowly away from the bed as Samantha stood up abruptly and began walking towards him. “Sasha!! Sasha!!” He cried, seeing Samantha's corpse walking towards him.

Draco POV: I was relieved that Jasmine was not infected with black Blood, but I was also worried on why someone was will create a ‘Black Blood Ghost’. Yes! Black Blood Ghost is not normally formed in nature but they are created by ‘Zaamician’ people. ‘Zaamician’ is a tribe which is also known as ghost tribe since their existence is always unknown and they secretly keeps of migrating from place to places, very few luck individuals had witnessed their existence since many human who came in contact with Zaamician people had never survived to tell their stories because ’Zaamician’ people are cannibal, which mean they even devour on human flesh to satisfy their hunger.

“You have walked in arrogance, in pride, in denial of what is required of you. And now the Highest Stakes demand your attention.” Samuel’s claws flexed, tensing at the raw power emanating from the ghostly figure. It was Richard Stain—or rather, a manifestation of him, channeled through a dark shaman whose body trembled and contorted, eyes rolled back, veins blackened with shadow. “You…” Samuel said, trying to steady his voice. “You’re not alive.” “Alive?” The voice hissed, echoing unnaturally through the broken hall. “Alive is a trivial word for those who have forsaken the bloodline, who have ignored the legacy entrusted to them. I am beyond life, Samuel. I am vengeance. I am warning. I am t

Samuel sat alone in the hospital corridor waiting chair. His eyes stared blankly at his phone screen, his fingers trembling above the keyboard. His heart was still restless after hearing with his own ears the faint voice from Ellya—or Rebecca—saying that her body had already turned to ashes. “If that’s true, how could it be?” he muttered softly. “Can a soul really enter someone else’s body?” He opened G****e’s search engine. Hesitantly, he typed:

Samantha's POV: Samantha Skylar Wright: I lay on the ground listening to a familiar voice. If what I think is true, a ghost of my best friend, Genelia, is haunting me during my stay in Hell. "Goodbye, Samantha." The visitor says and disappears. I am about to call out her name, when I notice the sound of a door handle shaking. I realize my current state. I stretch out my limbs as quick as I can. I'm getting out of here today.