Ghosts Ao3 Novels & Stories

"But they don't protect against the ghosts of the pact. Ligeia didn't send sirens. She sent the Shadows of the fallen Scribes." A pale, translucent figure drifted through the wooden door as if it weren't there. It looked like a woman, but her eyes were hollow pits of ink, and her fingers were long, skeletal quills. "The Ancestors," I whispered, my heart freezing. "They think I’m a traitor for being with you." The ghost let out a silent, soul-piercing scream. Around us, the walls of the cabin began to weep black ink, the liquid pooling on the floor and rising like snakes.

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

He had diverted his wife's attention and still left her satisfied with him. Note > Pseudo-ghosts: Refers to the 2009 American film Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, whose plot revolves around Connor Mead (McConaughey), an insensitive womanizer who, on the eve of his brother's wedding, is visited by the "ghosts" of his ex-girlfriends.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

One hand stroked my pulsing nub, and his other snaked under my jaw, forcing me to submit. Ghost sank his teeth into my flesh as I climaxed, throwing him into his release. Our auras formed a tornado around us, keeping us upright. Pleasure fueled our continued union as the waves shook our core. Silent screams stole our breath while our hearts beat as one. Ghost slowly licked my wound while turning me towards him. His mouth latched onto mine, and we kissed into a frenzy. He pulled my leg over his hip, giving his erection access. This time, he entered slowly, feeling every pulse of my clenching walls.

After a while, a stooped skeleton slowly stood up from the layers of bones. As soon as the skeleton stood up, it began to grow black flesh. In just a few seconds, several new ghost shadows appeared in front of Caspian. These ghost shadows seemed to hate and be afraid of Caspian. After glaring at him with sinister eyes, they flew quickly to the darkness around them. "Divine Souls reborn, but not very similar." Caspian frowned slightly. At this time, the strange ghost shadows were not the only ones. Another thing was that Caspian found that the hole he had just entered had disappeared.

Her twin braids are a bit unraveled like she had a long day. "Thanks," I tell her and then fill her in on everything from me hitting Gwen, to my uncle being the wraith and killing my family, to my aunt's death and finally to the leyline closing in on Jacques. "But there's a way to reverse the line, right? Bring him back out of there?" She chews on her lip, peeling off the label on her water bottle. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean some of this is Melanie's expertise, but I've never heard of a vampire ghost. I thought vamps didn't have souls."

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.

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My breathing came ragged, uneven, each thrust sending a jolt of sensation through me that only sharpened the ache she was digging into my chest. Her fingers slipped in the back of my hair, gripping hard as she leaned in, her forehead pressing against mine. Her moans mixed with my gasps, her lips brushing against my mouth. I was losing it, losing myself to her, to this. “Do you even know why Ghost exists?” she kissed my lips and I tried to kiss her back but she didn't let me, “He exists because it was easier to let him carry the weight of what she did to you. Ghost exists because Alessandro couldn't handle it. Ghost is anger, pain, hate, the things you weren’t allowed to feel. The things you