Ghostly Apparitions Novels & Stories

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

I couldn’t help but admire her strength in the eyes of such a sad loss. “I need a way to travel through the underworld, undetected. I am part demon, but the parts that would allow me to apparate never seemed to show themselves to me. Which means that I need to find someone who can transport me to where I need to be.” “Why my lady, where is it that you need to go without anyone noticing?” Her brow hooked up into her hair line as she spoke.

The wind increased as I moved along the trees and I felt a little scared that something may be wrong. I closed my eyes, trying to shake off the sense of unease that gripped me. But when I opened them again, there in my front stood ghostly figures of Selena and Leila before me, their eyes filled with malice. I gasped in horror, stumbling backwards as the apparitions advanced towards me. “No,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whimper. “This can’t be happening.” I said with my hands on either side of my head, feeling this must be a dream.

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

However, they were unable to break free. The piercing cries intensified, reminiscent of a shrill cry of a banshee. Upon closer inspection, the faces of these apparitions bore a striking resemblance to the Xenoses martial artists whose souls had been absorbed by the cloud earlier. The grotesque sight sent chills down the spines of everyone present. The chilling dread surged through their hearts, leaving their lips pale. "What... what is that thing?" Garrett gasped, his voice trembling with fear "I... I don't know," stammered another family head, equally terrified.

Countless black streams of malevolent energy hung down, and the ground below those streams caved in. Under Horra's deft control, countless ghosts wearing black armor marched out of the Thousand-Soul Flag. There were regular ghosts, ghosts of generals, and skeletons. Those entities possessed an incredibly strong negative energy that made them as strong as a level nine supreme paragon. The aura they had was far stronger than that of Tomos and Sachin. After Horra summoned his minions from the flag, he waved his hands and commanded, "After him!" The apparitions roared in delight at the delicious feast of practitioners and rushed manically toward Severin.

I watched in awe as the figure spoke, its voice echoing through the night. "Two more hearts! Two more hearts and my vengeance is complete," the ghostly figure proclaimed, its words chilling my bones. The urgency in its tone sent a shiver down my spine as if a dire warning was being conveyed. "It's almost too late," the figure continued, its voice filled with a sense of impending doom. "The days of the shapeshifters are here, and the blood moon approaches. Destiny will draw you to this point in the coming days." Before I could utter a word, the ghostly figure dissipated into thin air, leaving me standing there, consumed by a mix of confusion and anxiety. The weight of its message hung heavily

The ghostly face twisted and morphed, adopting a gloomy and sinister expression with a huge, wide smile. Sunny felt scared as she watched the face materialize, its hollow eyes staring directly at her. Trembling, she whispers, "What the hell?" The ghostly figure moves closer and floats right up to her face. She can then feel it go through her body and out the other side, which makes Sunny feel like she is being shocked. Just as she feels zapping through her, the ghostly figure vanishes into thin air, leaving Sunny breathless and filled with a mix of fear. The whispering in the room then came to a stop. Pure silence engulfed the room, amplifying Sunny's racing heartbeat. She sat frozen.