Ghostly Apparitions Novels & Stories

But I almost jumped out of my seat when I saw something I was afraid to see emerge from the darkness. It was cloaked and it was not human! It floated in the air and seemed to have black smoke surrounding its body. Its hand is boney and shit! This is a ghost! It has red eyes that glow in the darkness and it's not just one, but many and they collide with the barrier that surrounds us that we just noticed. But I can hear their growls and I can sense their intent to harm. Every time I saw the barrier shaking, my fur rose even more.

As they walked back to their rooms, they could feel a chill in the air, a sense of foreboding that made their hairs stand on end. Suddenly, they heard a sound behind them. They turned around and saw a shadowy figure standing in the hallway, watching them with glowing eyes. Marcus and Logan both froze in terror, their hearts pounding in their chests. They could feel the malevolent energy radiating off the figure, a sense of pure evil that made them want to run and hide. The figure stepped closer, its form becoming clearer in the dim light. It was a ghostly apparition, with tattered robes and a face twisted in anger.

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.

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.

I was stuck in my head wondering why they would betray a whole pack without thinking about the innocent people among them. "Lyra, snap out of it!" Lucien’s voice cut through the mental fog, sharp and urgent. The spectral figures were moving. They didn't walk; they drifted, their elongated, smoke woven bodies gliding across the pale grey grass with terrifying speed. The green fire behind their porcelain eyes flared brighter, casting long, sickly shadows across the ruins. "They're closing the circle," Caius asked, making sure that he didn’t take his eyes off the vanguard of masked apparitions. "What did it say to you? I felt the psychic spike. Talk to me, Lyra."

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

Felix just gazed at her, as he nodded. She continued, "And, after those demises, haunting is believed to be continued. Seeing apparitions and figures of persons, hearing disembodied voices and sometimes even woman's crying sounds. These all are the claims that people stated. Now, It's our time to investigate it." "Hmm!" "So? are you ready? Felix?" "Of course!" he smiled. Celia smiled back as she saw how Felix was fine and wasn't a bit nervous at all. "I like your spirit Felix boi!" Alex who kept listening to their conversation since the beginning ruffled his hair from behind, causing him to turn back.