Ghostly Apparitions Novels & Stories

Racing towards the exit, a thick mist began to envelop us, obscuring our vision. Out of the fog, ethereal figures began to materialize. Ghostly apparitions of seers long passed, their eyes filled with sorrow and regret. They whispered in unison, a haunting chorus that reverberated through the stone corridors. "*Turn back, descendants of old,* *The path you tread is treacherous and bold.* *A choice awaits, a price to be paid,* *For the power you seek, a sacrifice must be made.*" The very ground beneath our feet cracked open, revealing a chasm of swirling shadows. One by one, the apparitions began to point towards the tome Eryx clutched.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

I looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" "Shhh." He shut me up again saying, "Let's talk later." I grabbed his collar and said, "Answer me." He sighed and came closer whispering, “Ghost, Spectre, Apparition, The Undead, Remnants of Evil things. You have many names for us. The most popular of these are Vampires."

In death, as in life, she was pure evil. And she was here, in the room with her. “Leave, dark spirit,”Mrs Feeney said,in an almost inaudible whisper, “You have no power in this home!” The spirit's unholy presence lowered the temperature in the room and made the atmosphere oppressive and dark. Every shadow seemed magnified in her proximity.The shadows, her guardians.They moved where she did, never leaving her side. What evil was this?Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice.

The greenish-blue glow was a little off, but nearly every single window was wide open! The frost wraith, Chloe, floated to the front. Her little face was wrinkled with worry. The Hungry Dead clutched his precious empty bowl. His drool threatened to spill from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of concern. The banshee had stopped crying, sniffing and staring upward. The Poltergeist was holding some random rusty pipe, looking ready to charge up and tear the building apart… There were also the Hanged Ghost, Shadow Sneak, Pipe Phantom…

My spiritual sight was honing itself, allowing me to perceive the reflections of souls—both living and dead—even as the material world remained a shroud of darkness and red mist. The ghosts surged forward, emboldened by their hunger, attempting to possess Malachi as they had tried with me. He snarled a warning, but they did not falter. Then, his hand moved in a blur, his fist punching directly through the leading three spirits. They recoiled instantly, stunned. The apparitions behind them collided with the wounded ones in a tangle of spectral limbs. It was a perplexing sight; a mortal’s fist should have passed through them like smoke.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

I could hear whispers—low, guttural voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand, their words laced with malice. The tombstone shifted, the stone creaking as it began to rise, revealing a dark, yawning pit beneath it. My heart raced, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was it. The moment we had feared. The witch’s resting place had been disturbed. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wail pierced the air, and a ghostly figure began to rise from the tomb, her form shimmering and translucent. She was cloaked in shadow, her face obscured, but her presence was undeniable. Power radiated off her in waves, and the air crackled with dark magic.

Ghost was here. Esmerelda. Whisps of longing were wrapped around my name—a low whine released from my clenched teeth. The shadows moved, but no wolf or man appeared. My guards sat unaware of the men about to infiltrate this place. One man slumped over, blood pouring down from his neck. Then another. An unknown force visited each man- an apparition, a phantom, a Ghost. All eight men looked like they could be sleeping. Sleeping like the dead.

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like