Ghostly Apparitions Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

The face… it was half-sister, half-beast. My breath left me. John shouted, “Get down!” We fell to the ground as the ghostly figure glided above us. Its voice echoed again low, echoing: “He remembers. And now so do you.” The caves walls lit with phosphorescent glow. Roots snaked around us, inching forward. The apparition hovered, wings of shadow unfurling. Sarah screamed. The ghost leaned closer. Its mouth opened wide a scream beyond sound. Then darkness swallowed everything. When light returned, only one figure stood in the chamber.

I now suddenly realize that I said that out loud " Who are you talking to?" She stares at me weirdly "Do you see them too?" I' wear a confuse expression "see what too?" She leans closer to me and whispers ''spirits" "You mean like ghosts?" She shakes her head "Yes..yes ghosts" "Wait you mean, you see them?" She nods frighten I think to myself 'That's strange I thought I was the only one' Tommy respondes "so did I" ''Hey, Tori why don't you come with me and maybe-"

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

I beamed a bitter smile realizing that forever isn’t meant for persons but memories. I stayed in here reminiscing our memories, happy or sad, sweet or mad, whatever kind of memory it is as long as with her, it made me happy. I heaved stealing one more glance at the place before heading to the dormitory. “Ghost fed up by darkness will turn to evil spirit and evil spirits who harm any human is a demon who should be executed and burnt to ashes.” Serra’s voice rang in my ears that brought me to a halt and that hit me.

A cold chill cleared over him. “Please tell me there are no apparitions here,” he argued. “No phantoms. I do not DO phantoms. I’ll battle any creature you can think up with a fucking grin on my confront, but I can’t…I can’t do ghosts.” “And where the hell is the fucking sun?!” he yelled to the sky. It was still dim, and showed up to be getting darker out or maybe than lighter, as it ought to certainly be by presently. Another set of frigid fingers ghosted down his uncovered arm; startling him so much he nearly dropped his valuable cargo.

I was stuck in my head wondering why they would betray a whole pack without thinking about the innocent people among them. "Lyra, snap out of it!" Lucien’s voice cut through the mental fog, sharp and urgent. The spectral figures were moving. They didn't walk; they drifted, their elongated, smoke woven bodies gliding across the pale grey grass with terrifying speed. The green fire behind their porcelain eyes flared brighter, casting long, sickly shadows across the ruins. "They're closing the circle," Caius asked, making sure that he didn’t take his eyes off the vanguard of masked apparitions. "What did it say to you? I felt the psychic spike. Talk to me, Lyra."

" Lisa yelled, as a dagger flew past me in a flash. A screeching sound resounded in my ears, causing me to wince before I saw what it was. A wraith. And not just one of them. Dozens. They emerged from the shadows like twisted specters, ethereal entities with a hunger for despair. Their forms were nebulous, veiled in an ominous darkness that seemed to absorb any light daring to touch their skeletal figures. Ghastly whispers... almost like a screeching sound trailed in their wake. Their eyes, like black pits with a needle-size light in the middle, voids of any discernible emotion, gleamed with a malice. "Shit!" Lisa said, pulling out her daggers. "It's more hideous than I expected."

The world around them flickered, just for a moment, but long enough for them to see the truth. Figures stood at the periphery of their vision, half-formed, their faces twisted in agony. Specters of the past, bound to this place by forces unknown. And then they moved. Myrra barely had time to cry out before the wraiths descended upon them. Swords met nothing but air as the apparitions slipped through their defenses, their touch like ice seeping into flesh. Bram swung wildly, his blade cleaving through one of the spirits, only for it to reform an instant later. Myrra raised her staff, chanting words of warding, but the specters shrieked in response, their howls filled with ancient sorrow.

“But we don’t have time to question it. We need to keep moving.” But as I spoke, a cold shiver ran down my spine. I could feel eyes on me—watching from the periphery of my vision. The figures in the distance seemed to draw closer, their hollow gazes locked on us. They were not human, not entirely. They had the shape of people, but their faces were shadowed, their bodies translucent, like smoke caught in the wind. They drifted past us without a word, as if they were ghosts, lost in a limbo of their own.