Ghost Stories Club Novels & Stories

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an all-supernatural bar, I opted for

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.

“But yes. Now we just need the perfect body.” “That’s insane,” he laughed. “I still can’t believe you are seeing ghosts.” “Two ghosts,” I corrected. “Right, right. Who knows how many more you will see?” “Hopefully none. I have had my fill.” We laughed, drank more, and several hours later I was tipsy as hell. “I should go,” I groaned. “Long day.” “Same. Don’t forget Monday.” “I won’t.” I got up, waved Echo and Adrian over, and stumbled out of the club with them.

It was obvious that something had happened in the control room but Mark had refused to open up. A man in his late fifties decided to go look for himself And when he got there, he fell to the ground crying. “We’re all gonna fucking die! Shit we are all gonna die!” he yelled out and without hesitation everyone stood up from their seats and went closer to the doors to make it open. They stepped on each other just to make it out alive but the train doors were locked. “Are we really gonna die?” Jack asked with a tender voice. “And leave Crystal all to herself?” Jay added feeling bad. He wished he never mentioned her tutor coming over. Now she was going to spend her life all alone. He thought to

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.

"Not at the moment. Oh, and remember, tonight we will be going to that hellfire club." Gillian froze midstep, her spine stiffening. The hellfire club, how had she forgotten? "My lady, I really don't think we should" Audrey tapped a dainty foot and crossed her arms over her chest. "Gillian, you know that awful Gerald Langley belongs to that club. What was it called?" Audrey tilted her head, looking up as she seemed to search her memory. "Sinners and Sadists, no Wait!" She lifted a finger in the air. "The Unholy Sinners of Hell."

Khloe barely on her toes tried to get past the people standing inside the club with their backs to her, with one swift movement she barely made it from the clear opening where the party was taking place. she wished to get a disguise so she decided to look around. The cave was carved into different openings with different apartments in them, it had a gothic design, from the bones and remains of different animals hanging upside down to well-furnished rooms. she would peep inside each of them but won't see anyone, not a living soul. which means all the vampires are at the club, those people she had sneaked passed them were the ones living in here and all of them are likely vampires.

The Stepford Wives club ditched me the minute we left the packhouse again. Joan: Bitches be bitches. Emily: Yeah…don’t worry Celeste! They'll be big, fat, and pregnant soon enough while you are partying it up with us at college! LoL! I outwardly laugh at Emi’s comment and get a glare from the guys. “So…where is this club, Celeste?” Alpha Callen asks. “Oh! Sorry! It’s just in town. It’s called ‘The Howlers Hub’.” “That sounds more like a bar than a club,” Alpha Callen says, sounding skeptical but typing it into his G****e Maps app.

“My story is a bit complex.” I nodded, taking another bite of my lobster. “What is this place up here called?” “Club Moroii,” he answered, relieved that I had changed the subject. “Club Moroii? As in ‘vampire’ moroii?” “Yes, exactly,” he said, clearly amused, “but although the club is named for vampires, we allow witches, werewolves, and shifters in, too.” I nodded, taking another bite of lobster and pasta to hide my surprise. He was speaking of mythical creatures as if this was the most normal conversation in the world. “So, the stories of fairy tales are true?”

Because honestly, if this goes wrong, I'll need the backup. The church-turned-club is exactly as ostentatious as I expected. Gothic architecture, stained glass windows depicting scenes that are definitely not innocent, and enough supernatural security to make breaking in suicidal. I show my invitation at the door. The bouncer, a vampire by the smell of him, checks it carefully. For a moment I think he's going to deny me entry, but then he nods and steps aside. Inside, the club is packed with supernatural beings of every kind. Vampires, witches, shifters, even a few fae.