Ghost Story Series Novels & Stories

“Don—you’re Ledger. Follow money from Saudi contractors to shell foundations to the idiot nephew who just bought a five-million-dollar townhouse for ‘study abroad.’ I want the human hand at the end of every wire.” Don’s smile was paper-thin. “My favourite game.” “Will—you’re Hands. Talk to ambos, ED triage nurses, morgue techs, not the press office. You’re looking for sudden spikes—panic attacks with tachycardia, sensory overload events, deaths coded as undetermined. The pill’s on the street; the street always talks before the reports do.” Will rose. “I’ll pack gum.” “Stacey,” Jack said, “you’re Ghost. You go under.”

"They're trying to d******d. The gas is a liquid-state hard drive, Audrey. It’s searching for a biological host to stabilize its sequence." The suspense of the "Ghost-Protocol" was a struggle for the city’s identity. Throughout the residential sectors, the bronze-wood walls began to pulse with a rhythm that wasn't Audrey’s. Strange, crystalline flowers began to bloom in the plumbing, and the air smelled of the ancient, forgotten ozone of a dead star-system.

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

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.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

in the evening when Angela and her daughter returned, they found the whole family seated at the living room waiting for them. They looked at them eagerly, it was scary to them, strings of thoughts ran through their mind, where have we gone wrong? What have we done? Angela breathed out loud, her heart beat faster, it could barely be heard by someone next to her, she folded her hands in fear tried to get words out of her mouth, but couldn’t, she had never been that scared in her life before. She was not ready to lose the battle yet, she was willing to do anything just so she could stay and make them pay for her misery.