Ghostly Fnf Novels & Stories

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

Carriers. My eyes moved unwillingly across the list. Carly Blackwater. Darren Moore. Samuel Louis. Lucas Vance. Ethan Blackwater. Everything inside me stopped. My wolf froze with me. A cold pressure filled my lungs, thick and tight. The idea of death had shadowed me before, but this was different. This was death waiting inside me with patience, a silent thing breathing with my breath. “I am on the list,” I said. The words were too small for what they meant.

See you later- And with it, she left the place, leaving them again in that slight gloom. -Blaren- Alisha called him to catch her breath- Blaren- she did not receive an answer either of the two times. He only saw the shadows enter the wolf's eyes turning intensely golden and his breath coming out in a puff of smoke as he let out a moan, the moan of an excited wolf.

“Sorry to let you down, but nothing to report. No cold spots, no mysterious noises, no shadowy figures. Just Phantom.” “Phantom?” “That’s what I’m calling the cat.” “Well, I wouldn’t get too comfortable in the house just yet. Maybe the entities need some time to get geared up after being dormant for so long.” Tilting his head, Brad scrutinized his young lunch companion, again trying to figure the man out. “You completely believe in all that stuff, don’t you?” “Absolutely. In fact, I have a ghost in my apartment.” “Is that so?” “Yup, a slave girl named Melinda.”

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Only fools expect gratitude from the ghosts they make. Then, just when I think I’m truly alone, I hear the sound—soft, deliberate, human. A footstep. Maybe two. I spin, hands raised, magic burning in my palms. A shadow emerges from the trees. Not the Herald. Not a wolf. It’s— Ffion. She’s battered, cloaked in something that flickers between flesh and mist, eyes bright with a wild, mournful fire. She’s not quite alive. Not quite dead. She’s something else.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.