Ghost Ya Book Novels & Stories

Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about me since it's been five years." I rubbed my nose. Having spent most of my time with someone as aloof as Wendy all these years, I wasn't quite sure how to interact with someone as lively as Cecily. However, Cecily didn't mind. When she noted how slowly I was walking, she took my arm and pulled me toward the parking lot, saying, "Hurry up, Nathan! Professor Kelley has been eagerly waiting for you to show up." She drove me straight back to the research lab, speeding all the way.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

I asked in confusion. “There is a prophecy book back at the packhouse. It's locked away safe, and not many know about it. Tyler showed me, and I became engrossed in it, read the whole thing over and over again. It says about a Trybrid human, part angel, part wolf and part vampire. She will rise up and save the world from oblivion. If Azael manages to make his army and kills the archangels, heaven will fall, sending the earth into eternal darkness,” she said as she lifted her head to look into my eyes. “Freya, if that woman is you, you know you'll be turned into a vampire right?” She asked with concern.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

"That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see," "Challenging," Darcy said through me, running my fingers along the side of the book. "And it is quite powerful. I know the book, Terra, I'm not new to ghosts," The woman gasped. "Darcy? Is that really you?" "Yes, I'm back," "Oh dear," the woman walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. "It's so good to see you again after a thousand years." "I'm glad you still remember me, Terra,"

Maya grabbed the heavy iron clapper of the great bell; the one still hot from the geothermal steam and struck it with the Legacy Bank book itself. The vibration wasn't sound; it was a physical shock of heat and narrative. The Liquid Heiress shrieked, her form destabilizing as the "Human Pulse" from the twins and the "Historical Weight" of the book collided within her. She began to evaporate, her oily form turning into a foul-smelling steam that was quickly sucked into the belfry’s vents. With a final, gargled cry of static, the ghost vanished. The organ let out a long, wheezing sigh as the steam pressure finally dipped. The belfry fell silent and saved for the rain. Maya sank to the floor, p

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

I wasn’t sure what made me think of her, but we needed all the help we could get. “I’ll summon her,” Tobias said. The stench now further permeated the air, and my mind flashed back to the red book in the library. Also the huge book that Georgia had been in. Raining fire. Then ash. Open fire pits in the ground. It’s happening. How did they get out of it before? Georgia’s book. I had to get it. It happened so fast I barely registered it, but out of my peripheral vision I saw Katrina drop a white bird down the front of her loose dress.

Maybe love do moves in the most unexpected ways possible. Celebrating my birthday is no different from my other normal days. It did not matter whether I celebrated it, but somehow, it felt like it does. It do matter. I never thought being with someone in this exceptional day would be this amazing and magnificent. And I’m thankful for Shaun for making this day the happiest day of my existence. Upon arriving at my pad and opening my bag, I saw the book Grey gave. The First Born. Why would he even give me a book about lycanthropes? I mean, I do appreciate such gestures. I really love it but somehow it feels a little... off? Why now?

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.