Ghosts Ao3 Novels & Stories

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.

She widened her eyes in feigned anger, though she couldn't hide the joy in her voice as she exclaimed, "It's only been five years since we last met, Nathan! Have you already forgotten all about your little college junior? Be careful now, or I'll complain to Professor Kelley about this!" Slowly, the face before me merged with the memory of the teary-eyed young woman I'd met at the research lab five years ago. Staring at her in surprise, I said, "You're Cecily!" Five years ago, just before I graduated, Professor Kelley took on a new protege named Cecily Lowe. I was too busy with my graduation to interact much with her. The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her res

“The world you know is only one layer of many. Thin and blind. Humans walk through it as if they are the only ones who matter. But beneath your feet, above your heads, just beyond the veil of your senses… live the others.” I saw glimpses as she spoke, blinding flashes of creatures my mind struggled to name. “Vampires,” she said, and I saw pale faces and crimson mouths, eyes like glass, cloaks billowing in alleys soaked with blood. “Not the charming monsters from your films. Real ones. Old ones. Bound by blood and ancient pacts. They feed not just on life, but on memory, on fear.” Another flash. “Ghosts,” she whispered. “Spirits caught between deaths. Some gentle. Most not. They live in the c

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

"Did he really think blood-binding meant anything to me?” “I wrote the first contracts in spilled divine ichor—mortal bonds are merely... quaint." The other versions of me stagger too, feeling the rupture, and for a moment we're united in shared loss and rage. But then the Ghost-me appears behind me—when did she move?—and whispers in my ear with breath like winter fog: "He's not gone. Look deeper, sister-self. Look into the spaces between the mirrors." And she's right. In the crystalline surfaces that surround us, in the infinite reflections of the Second Door's mercury flesh, I can see him.

Even though the books the two of them were holding did not match the alphabetical order on the shelf. Ria rolled her eyes and laughed inwardly. Correct. There must be a lot of ghosts in this library. Ghost that looked like a Loren… ** In the afternoon, Ria had returned home. Now she was calmer because she had got some references about what she was looking for. Based on the research she had done in books and the internet, Ria drew a conclusion. Ghost is the energy from the memory that left behind. This is supported by the fact that she dreamed about that figure when he was still alive and living in this house.

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?

Levi gets all the attention, and I prefer it that way. “That doesn’t sound very convincing. Have you ever found ectoplasm left behind from this phantom or smelled sulfur?” “How the hell do you even know that? I thought you were a lycan?” Now, I’m sure Everly is hiding something. Why the hell would she know information on how to track or tell if a spirit was around. I know it’s general knowledge, but other supernaturals don’t tend to care about other supernaturals. Ghosts are supernaturals, but they are looked down upon because spirits aren’t meant to stay in the realm. Ghosts can be human or supernatural, but if they are supernatural, they don’t keep their abilities. Spirits belong to Death

Something the Absolute doesn't expect. Our mother. Luna Celeste. The ghost. The one who's been fighting the Void King pieces in the between place. The one who saw what the Absolute showed her. The one who might. Just might. Know another way. We reach for her. Through the veil. Through death. Through the between place. Calling. Begging. Hoping. And she answers. AUTHOR'S NOTE:

] [Level: 1 (83 XP left to lv2)] [Race: Ghost] [Life points: ∞] [Mana points: 10] [Attack: N/A] [Defense: ∞] [Dextery: N/A] [Agility: N/A] [Inteligence: N/A] [Spiritual Force: 20] [Skills](^) - Possession (Lv 1) (No MP) (v) The user can possess a body, puppet, golem, or mecha if its ownerless or if the user has a stronger spiritual force than its owner. - Soul devour (Lv 1) (1 SF/s) (v) The user can 'swallow' a soul or a ghost to gain a permanent boost to his/her spiritual force. It's the only way to level up for ghosts - Weak mind blade (Lv 1) (2 SF) (v)