Ghosts Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“We need to figure out who it is. Fast.” Ayesha agreed. But first— “We need to know everything about the Ghost.” Azrael hesitated. Ayesha narrowed her eyes. “You owe us that much.” He sighed. “Alright. But you’re not going to like it.” They gathered around as he began to speak. And what he told them changed everything. The Ghost’s True Face “The Ghost isn’t one person,” Azrael said. “It’s a system. A network built on secrets, controlled by one entity—but protected by many.”

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

The sapphire ring on her finger pulsed with a steady, rhythmic warmth, a physical tether to Xander’s golden presence elsewhere in the Arch. She didn't hear the door open. There was no sound, no shift in the air, no spike in the Aetheric sensors. The intruder was a "Null-Ghost" - someone who had surgically removed their own magical signature and used high-grade corporate dampeners to become a hole in reality. "It’s a beautiful lie, isn't it, Doctor?"

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Lowen was a little bit confused, he said: “Haven’t that captains turned up?” Pure shook her head: “I haven’t seen them yet. I think they will be here soon, we should go to the meeting room first and wait for them.” All agreed. Inside Infinite Space: The sweet and lovely pink clouds like cotton candy, carrying a faint scent, slowly hung in the blue sky. The colorful trees, carrying different shapes, were swaying in the gentle wind. In the endless sky, there were three big stars and a lot of small stars also. The giant Star was like a fire, this is the Sun of Infinite Space

Rick uttered. I simply covered my mouth with both hands. The figure was infused with cybernetic padding and dawning a emotion less face. “Cynosure,” Ghost fire addressed with an uneasy volume emitting from her voice. “Lets the fun begin,” the designer said with a grin.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.

He wasn’t summoning beasts. He was dragging the in-between into the now. Cracks tore open in the sky. The air turned sharp, cold, wrong. Ghosts spilled through the veil—wolves, twisted and lost, turned half-mad by unfinished lives. Not just spirits. These were memories that had forgotten they’d died. They surged toward me. I roared, driving my dagger into the ground. A ring of light exploded outward. The ghosts wailed, some vanishing instantly, others dragged back into their graves by unseen hands.

The "Gold-Grey Static" from the CEO woman hit Silas Blackwood like a wave of conceptual acid. It wasn't the "Biological Remorse" he was used to; it was a "Synthetic Grief"—a simulated version of his own 30-year pride, amplified and distorted by the human’s unstable marrow. Silas fell to his knees on the white-glass floor, his gold-and-sapphire skin "glitching" as the human’s parasitic hunger tried to "Down-sample" his soul.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.