Ghost Wife Novels & Stories

The air grew colder as we went deeper, and I felt the pressure change in my ears. The Grief Weaver was in the back storage room. I saw the threads first—thin, gossamer strands that stretched from floor to ceiling like a spider’s web, glowing faintly in the dim light. They pulsed with a slow, rhythmic movement, expanding and contracting like lungs. The host was in the center, suspended three feet off the ground, wrapped so tightly in the threads that I couldn’t see their face. But I could hear them breathing. “Male, mid-forties,” Whitney whispered. “The anomaly’s been feeding on his grief for months. He lost his daughter in the Hollow District collapse last year.”

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

“How is this possible?” Zara takes my hand, grounding me, but my focus doesn’t leave the woman in front of me. My throat tightens, and I have to swallow past it. She’s dead. She’s been dead this whole time. And still… she’s been here. Watching. Helping. She’s the second ghost Naomi talked about. “I’m the reason you’ve been disconnected from your wolf,” she says gently. Her voice is calm, but there’s something behind it. Regret. Weight.

The Ghost is my father's former lover, a crazy woman who is power-hungry even in death. My father, warned me about the restless of the Ghost of the forest, the woman he once loved. She planned to murder my father on their wedding night and consume his soul. When the plot was revealed the Wolf People Clan put her to death and she's been wreaking havoc on the world ever since her dying day. But now she has Lucia, a foolish girl, a pon in her schemes.

Max smiles, “Then I will work three jobs to keep you comfortable in this life.” “Then you are taken from me, Max.” I see every bit of tension leave Max, “Elanor, nothing can take me from you. Even if I die, I will wander the world as a ghost forever just to watch over you.” I smile, “If you start moving things as a ghost, I will have to call someone.” Max squeezes my hand, “I will only move things on occasion, so you know I’m there.” I nod. Max gestures to the door, “Let’s go see our house.”

" The gossip buzzed all around me, and I caught it despite my apathy. Curious, I glanced toward the entrance and instantly froze. A woman in a designer gown stepped in, her figure draped in jewels, smiling radiantly as she waved to the guests. That face... was identical to the wife I'd thought died three years ago. Hilary Stone was alive?! Thinking I must be hallucinating, I pinched my thigh so hard it turned red. But the sharp pain confirmed it—this was real. My eyes burned red, my heart tossed like a stormy sea. I set down my glass and strode toward her without hesitation. But before I could call her name, a tall man suddenly stepped into my line of sight. He wrapped his arm around Hilary'

Then the walls came to life. Paintings—dozens of them—etched in blood and bone, lit up with ghost fire. Each one a moment in time. The fall of the Ghost Den. The rise of the Deathbound. And at the center—me. Or… someone who looked exactly like me. Kelvin moved closer, jaw tight. “That’s not you… is it?” I stared at the figure. Same silver eyes. Same white hair. But her expression was colder. Cruel. “She’s the first Ghost Wolf,” I whispered. “My ancestor. Or maybe… something more.”