Ghosts Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The dust from the stranger rose into the air, swirling into a shape she recognized—The ghost. His face was thin, pale, and endless. His voice echoed from every direction at once. “You killed one, but I am many,” the ghost whispered. “I am every fear you refused to confront and every truth you refused to speak.” Vincent’s claws shook with tension as he spoke. “You don’t belong here either.” The ghost smiled. “Neither do you.” He raised his hand, and the sky tore open to reveal a red storm filled with faces—thousands of brides all screaming, with their mouths stitched shut.

“I wonder if you can pass the illusion now that you’ve become so dumb and foolish… Don’t disappoint me…” Dean falls deeply into his illusion. Darkness and shadows flow in and around him in a thick smog of smoke. Yet figures soon materialize from this. Pale white faces that are somehow old and familiar to him. They appear dressed brightly in aristocratic clothing. Jewels and luxurious fabric that sparkles against the cold dark background. But it’s the stench that highlights the true nature of these individuals. The horrid smell of death lacing the air makes Dean aware that these are just the evil wretched ghosts that haunt him at midnight. All caused by his curse.

Neither of us said anything for a long time. Then the past walked in with mud on her boots and a hood pulled low. “Snake,” Ghost said without turning his head. I didn’t move. “If you’re a ghost, I’ll tear you apart anyway.” She pushed back the hood. The scar at her temple looked new. The eyes didn’t. Those were the same—sharp, stubborn, a little haunted. There was rainwater at the ends of her hair and dirt under her nails. Her hands were up, not in surrender exactly, but in acceptance.

”the failures of the Nursery, shades of human beings that had been erased so completely they no longer had the weight to cast a reflection. They glided toward the collector, a silent, ravenous swarm, their mouths opening in soundless, jagged screams. "Don't look at them," Rusty warned, his grip on her hand tightening until she felt her bones protest. "They are the ghosts of the design. They want to pull you into the stream."

Apart from the fact that I taught her how to feel pleasure, I took her off Julian and Hoff's hands! How could Ghost keep bending over? It was pathetic, and that's why he's so weak without me! I finally heard what I needed to, that soon I would be free, without this necklace to help Ghost control me, I would be able to fight! Surely Ayla would be mine again! "You're funny." I heard Ghost's voice, and then I saw him standing in front of me, his body shaped in the form of a wolf, his white hair with transparent strands at the ends, giving him a spectral look. "Do you really think you can beat Soren and Victor?"

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Austin shrugged, "Just to tell me you weren't dead" "I didn't make you my life mission," she scoffed. "So what is it witch, I need to go to class." Tasha gasped, "you did not just call me a witch." His eyes shot back, indicating he had no intention to take it back. "Well, I'll let that slide just because I need your help" "Whatever," Austin rolled his eyes in discomfort, being under the sun for that long was already getting to him. "Just state what it is you want. I do not know if ghosts feel things, but this sun is competing with hell, so be fast"

‘A caustic lie begets a toxic night. “Are you sure you’re a Ghost for real? Not a Halloween artist?” Matt yelled and winced in sheer agony rising to his feet. The ghost snarled at his open mockery. Still, he bolstered himself against the tree and trod towards the shore, a visible combat of hunger and pride has resumed in its full force. The ‘Ghost of the Black’ hauled at his salivating tongue muddling over the dirty hair. ‘Ghost of the Black?’ Untuned with his own consciousness, he addressed the creature taking in the magnitude of it’s irrelevant actions, which amazed yet horrified him. Etched was a sinister smile on the corner of the Ghost’s mouth, he slurped at his hair, blackened in the m

He said, once again he started moving without giving it a command. Akihoto was still curious to know. "And who is she?" He asked. "I can't tell you that's yet." "How come I can see ghosts?" "We share the same body for now, you can't see them but I can, which is why I am using you as my disguise. You are temporally a Divine Helper." He said, they walked towards the town, and Kazu felt its changes, how scared the people were, this was never the Greenville he knew, the town was rather frighten.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.