Ghost Ya Book Novels & Stories

' Ethan smiled as he looked down at his hands, where he'd peeled the label off the bottle again, this time somehow managing to peel it off in one piece, his fingers tearing a shape out of the thin paper. 'It's a story about one of their own,' he said. 'The first Angel to fall. The first one to question. The first one to defy. The one who started it all. It's a Gospel, but not one that was ever going to make the final cut. The book is the Gospel of Lucifer.' I sucked in a breath, felt my stomach flip, my muscles weaken. I stared at him, was unable to take my eyes off him. When I spoke, my voice trembled. 'Why did your parents have that book, Ethan?'

But I could sense her discomfort through the mate bond we shared; I could feel her quickened pulse, I could see the way her fingers trembled a little as she ran them across the spines of the books lining the shelves. More than anything, I wanted to go to her. I wanted to hold her in my arms again, just as I had when she had come to me during the guild’s test. But I gave her some space. If not for myself, then for her. Finally, I was pulled out of my thoughts when Kayla approached with a weathered, leather-bound book in her hands. “Look at this,” she said, holding up a page with an illustration of a black snake with gold flecks in its scales.

“We didn't tell you because we don't know if it's important but there's a letter we saw in professor Ericson's office when we were there last session.” “Where was I?” she inquired. “Making plans for the burials,” Wilkes said. “We didn't want to add to your already full hands so we kept them yo ourselves.” “Yes. We found it when we went with Dr. Alvin Clarks and the others to professor Ericson's office to retrieve Dr. Giovanni's corpse from the cavern.” “I kinda feel betrayed I wasn't told now but we're good,” she said. “What is in the letter?” “We don't know. When we saw it, we were to eager not to get caught with it if one of Dr. Alvin's men came out so we just found it and the next second,

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UP RISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 9 : GRIM REAPER Scene opens up to a wide spread land. Thus, dry it was. Like a desert. Dead trees still, standing still and the bubble clouds, having a bursting purple tint to it. Calypso was caught walking in fright from a high up angle. "John!" She yelled. His ring, dropped to the floor right before Calypso's feet.

Her voice trailed off, but the implication hung heavy in the air. Margaret’s gaze sharpened as she took the book. She ran her fingers over the cover, her lips pressing into a thin line. “This is no ordinary book,” she said quietly, her words laced with certainty. --- Explaining the Truth “What do you mean, not ordinary?” Ryan’s father, Michael, asked, his skepticism evident. Margaret looked up, her gaze piercing. “This book is a gateway, a connection to another realm—a spiritual realm. It doesn’t just tell a story; it pulls you into it. Your children aren’t just unconscious; their souls are trapped, fighting in a place between life and death.”

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

She knocked on Gail’s door. A moment later, the door cracked open to reveal her aunt—hair wild, eyes half-lidded with sleep. But the second she saw the book in Elena’s arms, she snapped awake. “What’s wrong?” she murmured. Elena entered the room and sat on the small couch while Gail closed the door behind them. The guard stationed himself outside. “There’s something wrong with my mom’s book. The pages won’t let me read them.” Gail took the Book of Shadows, already frowning. She flipped pages fast—faster—then stopped with a sharp inhale.

But the moment it touched my skin, it evaporated like smoke in the wind. “Still won’t take it,” he murmured, shaken. “It’s like your magic’s being… redirected.” “Into what?” Azric growled. But no one had an answer. ***************************************** Later, when the chaos settled and Nyra’s blood was wiped from the floor, she summoned us to my quarters. The old book—that book—was open on the floor before her, pages scattered like bones. But one page near the end was… different. Blackened. Burned.