Ghostly Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Ghost’s voice, weak but alive: “…Still here…”

Arriving there, the surroundings were dark as it looked like construction had not yet begun in that area. Cael looked at Kyra as she grabbed him in his hand. Kyra’s nail almost sank into Cael’s skin. Standing next to Kyra was a ghost woman with no eyes, with tears of blood and her lips pressed to her ear and whispering. ‘Help her.’ Kyra closes her eyes and her whole body trembles. That ghost was weird, so she was very close to Cael. Kyra didn’t look back, but she nodded at the female ghost. “Kyra, what happened?” Cael asked.

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

But few knew he harbored a secret capable of upending the entire arcane world. A burning candle stood before him. Yet the scent it released was strange—eerily similar to the Ghost Candles found in Willowstead. Spirits were drawn to the scent of Ghost Candles. When unable to feed on living souls, they relied on this incense to remain aware. Without it, they would drift into believing they were dead. It was no longer clear whether Sylas was a man or a ghost. He sniffed the candle's fragrance hungrily, as if his very life depended on it.

Vengeance has not been paid, on the contrary, it is also unjustly killed. Vera step by step closer to see the shadow, in her mind there is only one thought that there is a real ghost here. There's a broom nearby, but are ghosts afraid of brooms? As far as I know, garlic is the most effective thing to keep the spirit from coming near me, so she needs a piece of garlic in her body, but the garlic is not in her body right now, it's in the fridge, and the ghost is in the kitchen, what do you get?

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

“Because if it fails…” “Everyone loses,” Puc finished. He turned back to his team. “Final sweep.” The ghosts moved faster now, diving into Veil-lanes, skimming the edges of reality, testing every approach vector. One ghost paused, head tilting. “Something’s wrong,” it said. Althea’s eyes snapped open. “What kind of wrong?” “Not hostile,” the ghost replied. “Just… crowded.” Puc frowned. “Explain.” “Veil traffic,” the ghost said. “Farther out. Small groups. Seven at a time.”

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

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.