Ghost Ya Book Novels & Stories

All the dead bodies in this house are beginning to stink, I need to get out of here now that she is resting, I need to go to my mate he can help me. I was outside the border, I don't know how I got here but I can sense him, he is not far away, and I can feel his energy. I need it and I appear in front of him with his daughter, she is cute and I can make a good mother but I need his help. But will he listen? I can feel her waking up again, "She is beautiful, I always wanted to meet your kids up close," Anuba said. Ty looked at us with total disgust wanting to know what our visit was about. Anuba sensed all the energy around her and wanted to bathe in it, she said, "I don't want to fight just

Kyra saw the movement of her hands on her stomach as she muttered the name “Kyra’ several times. It was the name she chose even before she gave birth to her. “Mother,” she called her again, but Caitlin didn’t hear her, or even saw her. It was as if she was a ghost in the room and Kyra wanted her to at least notice her, but Caitlin was already lost in her own thoughts to even sense that someone was in the room. Kyra moved closer to her and that was when her eyes fell on the black book that was on the desk. Caitlin snapped out of her thoughts and let out a sigh before getting up from where she sat. Kyra watched her as she went to the corner and pulled out a small bag where she started to put s

She said, smiling sweetly. We all nod our heads, understanding, but Gua suddenly screeched like a banshee, making Leah's head dizzy. "Ahhhhhhh!!! Gwen is not here. Is she stuck in limbo? Is she lost? Eaten by monsters and couldn't make it here?" Gia rambled, looking purely horrified at the thought. "You should seriously stop watching television, Gia, and reading nonsensical novels from god knows where. However, I have someone here whom I want you all to meet." She said, smiling at us.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.

She watched as Zayne flipped opened pages. “You need to read this” zayne handed her the book with a page wide opened. Even though Quinn was scared, she took the book from Zayne. Her eyes popped out on seeing the heading on the page that was open, “GREY WOLVES WITH BLACK DOTS” And curiously, her eyes roamed the content of the page. Zayne watched as her eyes moved quickly on the book. He wasn’t hearing any word from her, but he knew she was reading it in her heart as her lips moved slowly without a word.

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

You're almost there! Keep on walking under the sun with undeniable pain and a weak body, it feels like an endless journey, and I have to endure it. I had a choice to give up or keep on moving, and I chose the latter. Finally, I reach the gate with its walls that are so great, tall, and mighty. Pat yourself, Zeiah! Good job! You did it! I paused and smiled bitterly when suddenly every single thing turned dark. I feel nothing, completely nothing. What's happening? What's wrong with me? I can't breathe, Mama!

Gaya waited on the steps — coat pulled tight, hair frizzed by worry. The moment I stepped out, she saw the braid. Her breath left her body like someone had punched it out. “No…” she whispered. “Oh, Asa…” “She’s alive,” I said. “You don’t know that.” “I do.” “How?” “My blood isn’t screaming yet.” Gaya froze. She didn’t ask anything else. Inside, the mansion felt different. Not haunted, not alive — just aware. Every hallway felt like it knew what I’d done in the orchard.

Page after page transformed into a list, long and endless, each name stabbing into my chest like a blade. Sofia Blackwell. Clara Hawthorne. Miriam Elden. Names from gravestones. Names whispered in ghost stories. Names of the missing, the forgotten. Ethan stared at the pages, eyes wide. “They’re… victims.” “I know.” My breath hitched. “But not all of them. There’s still… one more.” His hand tightened around mine. Then I saw it. The final name. Larger. Darker. As if the book itself wanted to make sure I wouldn’t miss it.

“It feels so eerie. I remember reading about them in Hound’s book,” whispered one of Gazier’s trusted soldiers, standing far enough away that their new companions couldn’t overhear. “What did the book say to do about them?” “They were supposed to die to the moths,” Gazier replied, a wry twist to his lips as he knotted a frayed lace on his dirty boots. “WHAT?” The soldier’s voice nearly echoed in the hushed, abandoned office building they had chosen as a temporary sanctuary. Four floors high and cluttered with ancient desks and toppled chairs, it felt marginally safe so long as they remained quiet. “Then why are they here—alive?”