Ghost Wife Comic Novels & Stories

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Jino said teary then he died after he gave his chakra to his twin brother. He gave his last chakra to his twin brother. He howled and howled and cried. He wants to kill Alex right now to avenge all his clan. He left the place with tremendous resentment toward Alex. He promised his twin that he would become the supreme ghost werewolf someday. The neighbors were both shocked when they saw that the Macrobat house was burning. They don’t have a choice but to watch the house until it turns to ashes. “I think that Molina and her daughter will already die, they can’t survive that kind of explosion.”

I want to know if it's a trap for us too or what. At that I noticed that the woman laughed. It was such a chilling laugh and so dry. It was as if she had glass in her throat that made her voice crack. -Charles, Charles, what are you doing with them here? -And then the woman slowly turned around. As she did so, I stood there staring at her: her eyes were two white holes and she had black all around. Her teeth were so sharp they didn't look like human teeth. Her face had holes in which there were worms hanging out of them. And his fingernails were long, full of dirt and badly cut. It was horrible. And disgusting. I felt like I was going to faint but I didn't. I had never seen a ghost like that

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

When they arrived at the hospital, Grayson was sitting beside Alice, carefully spooning chicken porridge into her mouth with the tenderness of a doting lover. I watched them, their actions as intimate as those of a couple deeply in love. The sight still stung, but the pain had dulled. Perhaps it was because I was already dead; what could any of it matter now? Death had a way of making even the most bitter grievances seem trifling. At least they could no longer disgust me the way they had when I was alive.

“So… what do you do around here all day? Because I am dying of boredom...pun fully intended.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nothing much. I just sit around with Lorenzo and chat.” “Just that?” he asked, feigning shock. “Well…” I hesitated, cheeks warming even though ghosts technically don’t have blood. “We went out once. And another time, I tried to give him a lap dance but… it was a disaster.” Adrian threw his head back and laughed so hard he floated upside down. “You? A ghost lap dance? Oh, I need details.”

He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and he was one hunger pang away from toddler-level tantrum. A crow cawed ominously from a gnarled tree overhead. I briefly considered throwing a rock at it. “This is cemetery number three,” William complained. “This ghost is seriously screwing with us.” “If we passed that crypt, I swear I’ll burn the painting again out of spite,” I muttered. Behind us, Alexandra and Sarah were deep in quiet conversation. “So this is what you guys do for work?” Sarah asked. “Not exactly,” Alexandra replied. “We don’t get paid.”

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

The colleague beside me asked her, “How do you know that?” Yvette smiled faintly and answered bluntly, “I never had the chance to mention it before. I am actually a corpse whisperer. I can sense the spiritual world, hear the whispers of the dead, and know what they went through in life.” In an instant, the world spun around me, and my vision went black. The scene was exactly the same as in my previous life. From that day onward, Yvette’s identity as a corpse whisperer spread like wildfire. She became a sensation.

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.