Ghosts A Novels & Stories

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.

She reached out, trying to touch the fleeting glow, but her fingers grasped at nothing. "Nathan, if there's a next life, I won't betray you again…" The light of the sunset slowly faded, and the cell was swallowed by darkness once more. Through the haze, a voice seemed to whisper. "If there's a next life, I don't want to meet you again. Goodbye, Helena…"

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

"Not so much anymore but he may still have teeth and is dangerous enough for me to go after him this time. He hurt you to get to me and that just doesn't do." The 'Ghosts' as they were called, were an elite special forces group that officially didn't exist. They made video games out of the rumors but they got their name from their preference of optical camouflage that made them almost invisible to the human eye. They'd be sent in on high-risk missions, usually rescue jobs that conventional forces would have lost too many men in. Dad was mostly vague about his time in the military, he told me enough to know that he was pretty bad-ass but I didn't pry. War was horrible and I know he wanted to

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

Dad rarely comes here. I keep looking at her picture until my eyes turn heavy with sleep. GHOST His feet are lighter than air as he strides toward her, making no noise, not even by mistake. His feet aren't touching the floor. He's floating in the air, just an inch above. A ghostly smile plays on his handsome face as he glances down at her, sleeping in an awkward way. His eyes are still roaming on her body, looking for a sign of injury. Fury burns in his eyes as he recalls her surroundings with the fire. His suit is so dark that he easily bends in the dark.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

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.