Ghostly Apparitions Novels & Stories

"This island will not be visible to the brothers." As she speaks, the symbols on the ground begin to glow, their light growing brighter and more intense. From within the circle, ghostly spirits emerge, their forms ethereal and terrifying. They have bony hands and skeletal faces, remnants of lives long lost to time. The spirits swirl around me. They touch my chin, lift strands of my hair, their fingers cold, numbing and burning all at the same time, as if their fingers carry the chill of the grave. Their hollow eyes bore into mine, and I can feel their malice, their delight in my fear.

After a long time, Murong Cheng ground his back teeth and asked them, "After returning to the ghost village, what if you can't find a method?" Fearing that Murong Cheng would be angry with the village people, Old Ghost Huang busily voiced out, "This ghost is no longer an ordinary little ghost! It can take over a person's body, eat away a person's soul, and hide in an ordinary person's body to make people defenseless! There are countless ways to drive it away and scare it, but it's not easy to get rid of it completely! Otherwise, why don't ghost repellers call themselves ghost killers? Why don't ghost hunters call themselves ghost killers? Because it is too difficult! ...... From a physical p

My bones know it's him, and I walk across the restaurant until I'm standing next to the table. His chocolate eyes mirror mine, an unfamiliar hardness shining in them. He's a ghost. An apparition. A twilight phantom, all mixed in one, brought back to life for a single night, for a single purpose. To haunt me until he puffs back into the elusive dust he really is. "Hello, Hannah." As if I don't have enough nightmares to deal with.

How could I trust anyone in this nightmarish tableau where reality and nightmare intertwined in a macabre dance of death? I took a step back, my pulse pounding in my ears as I struggled to make sense of the madness unfolding before me. And then, as if sensing my hesitation, the figure turned its gaze back to him, its form shimmering and shifting like smoke in the moonlight. "Leave this place, right away!! " it hissed its voice a sinister whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. "Your presence here is not appreciated. Leave, or face the consequences." The ghost said.

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.

Warm blood slides down my cheek as the ache swells and throbs. The shadows gather, their forms flickering in and out of focus. Four silhouettes emerge, closing in with unnatural slowness, their movements dragging through the air like figures wading through water. They hover at the edge of my vision, shifting and distorting, a pack of vengeful ghosts drawn together by hunger. “There’s nowhere to run, Tabitha Huxley…” Their mouths stretch into impossible smiles as they advance, teeth gleaming too white in the dark. NO!

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.

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.