Ghost Stories Leo Novels & Stories

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.

Consequently, more rumors and stories were passed down,’ she thought. "Why would Uncle Leo be the only one allowed to get close to that place? Is he not afraid of the ghost that dwells in there?" Sonia asked curiously. "He used to be a Taoist priest. He knows the spell to calm the vicious ghost." The more Ivy spoke about it, the more Sonia found the place mysterious.

“Is it because I’m not human?” Celeste gave him a look before replying with, “Have you seen Draven?” “He rules over hell,” Nocturne retorted. “He’s automatically different.” “I’ll give you that. I will agree that it wasn’t something I thought much about until I recovered my memories. Humans think about sex a lot. It’s normal for Leo to be considering it. Perhaps he actually voiced it because he’s seen your true form now. Maybe he unconsciously kept these thoughts in because he knew something wasn’t right about you.”

Leon said while smiling. Sophia laughed. Well, she is your girlfriend, so she has the right to know. By the way, Moonleigh. Do you know what scares Leon the most aside from ghosts?" "W-What?" "If you don't know yet, Leon is so scared whenever he sees a bee. He's really afraid of bees and lizards. I remember when I showed him one before. He really cried in front of me until his face was burning red. He really is so cute back then, you know."

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.

But just like everyone else, she is nothing but trash. His anger knew no bounds and he could almost feel tears sting at his eyes. There is no way he would cry over a random girl. It was just a one night stand like every regular one. It shouldn't hurt this much. Leo couldn't believe himself for falling for a girl he has barely known for days. Throwing himself into the bed, he screamed into the sheets and didn't realize his phone was ringing. He let himself stay still for a long minute as he breathed slowly. Someone knocked on his door but he didn't respond. The door opened letting in his stepsister, Scarlett.

Seeing him so distressed, Serena held him and said to Celeste, "Celeste, the child must be terrified. Let me try talking to him." Celeste said nothing. Why was he scared? He said he was playing with Leo outside, and then suddenly Leo was gone. Now he was crying and upset, making his story seem unconvincing. "Lester, don't be afraid. Come, tell Grandma." Serena gently soothed him. When Lester's sobbing finally subsided, she said, "Lester, you and Leo went out to see the hedgehogs. What happened next?" "Then… Then… Leo was gone," Lester stammered.

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

I felt the phantom ache in his shoulder where the salt-sword had pierced him, and he felt the searing, volcanic hunger in my marrow. Lucien stood on my other side, his white-hot fire creating a ten-foot radius of scorched earth around us. The heat was so intense that the ancient wolf bones beneath his feet were calcifying into dust instantly. His grey eyes were fixed on the central altar, his jaw set in a mask of predatory anticipation. "They're not just skeletons," Leo whispered, his voice shaking. He stood behind us, clutching his daggers, his eyes darting toward the shadows between the bone-piles. "I can hear them. They're... they're breathing."

“I saw her, Luca. I heard her voice. She said things I never told anyone. Things she would’ve said.” “I know,” Luca replied, his tone steady but kind. He walked around the desk, resting his hand on the back of the chair. “But it wasn’t her. You were exhausted. You haven’t stopped pushing yourself since she left. Sometimes the mind gives us what we want most, even if it isn’t real.” Leo exhaled shakily. “Then maybe that’s worse. Knowing it was all in my head.” “It’s human,” Luca said. “You’ve been through hell, Leo. Anyone would start seeing ghosts if they lived in this house long enough.”