Ghosts Book Summary Novels & Stories

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

"I only know because that the god's light in the blood of my family is lost. My father said that and he didn't say anything more. I'm always curious about the reason for this story." Olivia started thinking about something, then she said: "I've read a book named "The god's light". That book mentioned the reason for changing blood. Mixing blood can create and destroy divine light." "Oh, You are so knowledgeable! I've even heard anything about that book. Where did you find that?" "In my grandfather's library." "Oh! Your grandfather? Who is he?" "hmm... He's just a normal person..." "You're lying! Your grandfather is not that normal, you're concealing the truth. Just... be honest with me, pleas

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

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.

He inhaled simultaneously, trying to catch any foreign scent. There was one another time he felt this way, while he visited the graveyard. He always thought it was because of that place. Now he couldn't shrug the feeling off like he did every other time. His wolf was alarmed and perked within his chest. "You got a stalker. It explains the strange presence and the murders," Logan stated, his eyes carefully combing the area. "They must be really good to not leave any clue or even a scent for that matter," Asher mused.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

The conqueror had won by inventing a game where victory meant no one else had to lose. Dr. Sharma walked away, her notebook full of facts, her mind full of a silence that was not empty, but profound. She would write her book. It would be a book about a ghost who had haunted the world into waking up. And the ghost, she knew, would have hated every page. Which was, perhaps, the final proof that he had succeeded.

I turned back to the book in front of me and forced my eyes to focus on the page. The ink had bled with time, curling into the worn parchment like veins. Old symbols, some I could read, some I couldn’t. Words in languages no one had spoken in centuries. I’d scoured everything I could get my hands on, but every book and scroll I had read had all been the same. Useless. Nothing could explain what was happening to her. Spirits couldn't touch, and Ghosts couldn't hold your hand and spread warmth through your whole body.

the spirit mused then invited, "come over to the bookshelf. It's time we conducted a little research." Miranda rose her eyebrows in bewilderment and shook her head, "I guess." She sighed out, then she approached the bookshelf where the ghost started to point out which books Miranda needed to read. By the time Miranda sat at the small table, she had up to ten books piled on the wooden surface. "Now, let's start with The Legends of the Wolfe, then we'll read Creatures of the Moon, Myths Versus Facts, then we can go from there." The ghost coached.

They were drawn to each other, but the distance between them—a blend of past traumas and unspoken fears—kept them from fully embracing their connection. With each step, they took deeper into Nyxterra, Lyra, and Elias moved closer to the heart of the mystery that bound them. The emotional turbulence of their journey only served to strengthen their resolve, pushing them to confront the ghosts of their pasts and uncover the truths hidden in the shadows of Nyxterra.