Ghostly Apparitions Novels & Stories

“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.

From them, shapes began to form—shades of men and women, their faces twisted, their mouths open in silent screams. Saraphina froze, breath caught in her chest. She knew these shapes—not as strangers, but as faces she had seen in fire, in memory. Her mother’s eyes stared at her from the dark, her voice tearing into her mind. “You let us burn.” Her knees nearly buckled. Lucian’s grip found her arm, pulling her back. His voice cut sharp. “They’re lies, Phina. Walls painted with ghosts. Look at me.” She tore her gaze from the apparition, forcing her breath to steady. The shade dissolved like smoke, though its whisper lingered in her skull.

Cold breeze brought goosebumps on their body. "Helllooo dear frieenndd." A ghost whispered, her presence was felt close to Helen. Her presence brought fear to everyone, it sent shivers to everyone's spines. She appeared in a smoky form, each time, she would deliberately fade away or appear in a human form but in a smoky way, without skin, only Helen could see her human form because she only revealed herself to Helen as a result of her closeness to her. Everybody froze staring at the smoky sight fading and coming together.

She added while searching further. "Aha!! Here it is; take a look!" Everyone was curious about her findings, so I read it out loud. "The age-old knowledge of the seven deathly beings: The Shadow Stalker, a phantom predator, strikes fear in the dark. The Banshee's Wail, mournful and ominous, signals disaster with her cries. Petrifying with a glance, the Gorgon's Gaze turns victims into stone. The Blood Fiend feeds on life, leaving only husks.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

the specter hissed, venom lacing every word as shadows coiled around Amelia’s heart, squeezing tighter until she struggled to breathe. “No,” Amelia whispered, her voice shaking. “This isn’t true!” She felt her strength dwindling, crushed beneath the weight of the monstrous visages—her father, too, transformed into something cruel and unforgiving, a visage marred by disappointment. The ghostly specters taunted her with painful memories, wrapping her in chains of regret, robbing her of clarity.

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm

She summoned more spirits, creating a vortex above the embassy, pulling in all the land's restless souls. "You Farshyans have no respect for God!" Riley flew up and glared at the duo darkly. "I need to punish you in the name of God!" Countless faces emerged from the ground, staring through the mist with expressions of pain, pleading, anger, malice, and bloodlust. Their mouths moved as if speaking, though their words were unintelligible. Listening closely could drive one mad. Aria had never faced this phenomenon herself, but Tobias had warned her about it. Known as the "Hundred Ghosts Weeping", it appeared during catastrophic events.