Ghostly Apparitions Novels & Stories

The awkwardness between all of us was palpable, and I just wanted to get this over with. "Hold," River said sternly, lifting his arm with a fist. "Something is following us." Drake lowly growled. "Something?" I questioned, looking around. "Many things live this deep in the forest, especially apparitions." Chase moved next to me in a defensive stance. "Apparitions? Ghost?" I nearly shouted. "Shh, Cherie. They will try to mess with your head, but they can't hurt you." "Not unless they possess you," River added, stepping to my other side.

The large hall was instantly lifted by this powerful energy. Boom! An earth-shattering explosion sounded. Suddenly, the entire hall turned into nothingness. However, as the void and powder spun, two apparition / phantom s slowly appeared. Both of them looked as crystal clear as jade, as if they were two wonderful works of art, and they were extremely beautiful. They were all looked like women. However, their eyes were all bloodshot and full of endless hostility. They were none other than Demonic Souls!

I turned back again and tried to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger with each step I took. Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream right in front of me. I froze, unable to move or breathe as a ghastly shadowy apparition materialized before me. It had a pale, almost translucent body that seemed to flicker in and out of existence but it was dark , like the shade of coal. I was rubbed my eyes hard to determine if it was real or I was imagining. But the apparition let out another ear-piercing scream before disappearing into thin air, almost hitting me on my forehead as I fell back on the ground , screaming.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

They had begun to shimmer, giving off hints of what they once might’ve been as Richard watched, wholly mesmerized. Woman-forms and man-forms touched to earth, emitting greens and whites and violets, their arms spreading, creating a circle of radiance. Protecting us, he realized. Glimmering like diamonds, come to keep the monsters sent against them at bay. Richard’s breath plumed. He put his phone away and shivered, soaked to the bone. His eyes opened wider. One of the apparitions was that of his departed wife. He recognized traces of her there . . . and yet not there.

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.

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

“It just doesn’t make sense. Besides, well… we were tired last night. Maybe we imagined it, or something like that.” “You can’t both have the same hallucination. That’s impossible,” Alex replied, his voice firm but steady. Scarlett crossed her arms, nervous and confused. “I just can’t believe it… I really can’t. It’s just… I don’t know…” Alex stepped closer and gently took her hands. “Look into my eyes, Scarlett,” he asked in a whisper. She lifted her gaze, still full of doubt—and then she saw it. Alex’s eyes glowed an intense, unnatural green, something supernatural, as if she were getting lost in his stare, drawn in and terrified at the same time.

Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave. Despair and regret swallowed me whole. I screamed, I sobbed, I begged her to let him go. But as my father's body swung lifelessly, Adeline's smile only grew colder. "Now it's his sister's turn." At that moment, her face was twisted and grotesque, like a demon that had crawled straight out of hell.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.