Ghost Stories Anime Characters Novels & Stories

Rori closed her eyes and nodded as her stomach growled, “Maybe some more fruit too, then?” Rori exhaled, “Yes please that would be spectacular,” she managed to speak a little firmer than before. The orange haired girl walked over and hopped up on the bed with her legs crossed “My name is Destiny, what's yours?” Rori took a good long look at the young woman on her bed. Although she was obviously not human, she looked and certainly acted as if she were around Rori’s age, and she had been nothing but nice to her so far. “Umm Rori, my name is Rori.” Destiny hummed, nodding her head “that's really pretty, did Murdok save you from vampires too?” Destiny was almost whispering as she leaned forward

Holding him by the arm, I asked gritting with so much concern. “I’m fine.” He muttered casually removing my hand from his arm. “Don’t mind me, we still have to take care of that creature, whatever that is.” “What is that?” Soraya looked disgusted by the presence of such devil. “Diwata said it’s a winged-ghoul, some sort of a flying vampire than can sever its upper torso from its legs.” I replied basically telling her what Diwata just explained earlier. “What happened?” Idris groaned talking to Soraya.

Because, good sex or not, purring wasn't a normal reaction for her or anyone she knew. "I am Acat, warrior and chief in training for the Luunaa Xtaabay tribe." "The what?" "Your English translation would be Moon Ghosts." "And I am his trusted second, Chaob." "Moon ghosts? As in legendary tribe of shape-shifting warriors?" They nodded. "We're also both your mates," her big lover announced.

"That's you, isn't it?" The ghost looks like he's about to sweat buckets. "Why are you mad?" "I hated that story because I was afraid this would happen to me." Cai Kang said and pulled out brass knuckles. "I'm half girl so naturally I empathize." "I've never beaten up a ghost before." Kurai said. "We've got lots of pretty girls on this island. We're doing this for them." He smirked while cracking his knuckles before stopping. "You're not see through. Are we able to hit him?"

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

Sebastian asked, looking puzzled when he saw that Lyanna had turned white with fear. "They're not a normal ghost," Lyanna said, looking terrified. Sebastian was startled. He frowned and said, "You've got to make yourself more clear." "In my memories, there's a kind of corpse-devouring ghost that eats internal organs. These corpse-devouring ghosts are ferocious, and only the strongest sorcerers can subdue them." Lyanna explained, frowning. Whitney turned as white as a sheet. She swallowed and looked nervously at Sebastian as she said, "Sebastian, w-what she's saying i-isn't true, i-is it?"

Leori called upon his courage, rallying his comrades to stand strong against the spectral onslaught. Swinging his sword with unwavering resolve, Leori cleaved through the ghostly apparitions. Robin's arrows whizzed through the air, finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Adonis and Ethan fought back-to-back, their martial prowess a dance of swift strikes and calculated defense. Erica, with her innate connection to the mystical, unleashed a wave of energy that banished the ghosts back into the depths from which they emerged. The air grew thick with tension as they continued their journey. Suddenly, the ground rumbled beneath their feet, and towering ogres emerged from the shadows. These hulk

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

It became female. Rian’s eyes were wide. He was terrified. "The Mate," Rian whispered. "The original Anchor." The figure lowered slowly. It hovered over us. Its form was ghostly. Its eyes were black and hollow. It was staring directly at me. It lifted a spectral hand. It pointed a long, skeletal finger at the black line on my jaw. Then, the ghost spoke. The sound was a freezing whisper that entered my mind. “He will destroy you too.” The warning was absolute. The spirit surged toward us.

She opened her mouth, and a lullaby began, but the melody cracked and faltered, the notes dissolving into the sound of the surf like tears into the sea. Liora woke with the ghost of the broken lullaby in her ears and a wetness on her own cheeks. She knew, with the certainty of a Scribe, that this was not a monster to be fought. This was a wound that had never been cleaned. A story that had never been finished. At breakfast, she told them about the dream. "A ghost?" Ronan asked, his practical nature wrestling with the supernatural. "An echo," Liora corrected. "Like the ones in the Ashen Wastes. But this one isn't trapped in a battle. She's trapped in her grief."