Ghosts Casper Novels & Stories

I don't ask what we are doing in the bathroom because I have a feeling I won't like the answer. Cassandra shuts her eyes briefly before opening them shortly after. "Clear." She announces and it takes me a moment to realize she's referring to the empty bathroom. "Shall we decide?" I frown. "Decide what?" I ask. "Whom you shall feed on first." My eyes widen in shock. That's why we are in here? "Excuse me! I'm not feeding on anyone." "Do you want to find what happens to demons when they don't fulfill the needs of their empty souls?" Cassandra asks.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

Casper was heady with the hedonistic direction this weekend seemed to be taking. "I do," Anima gave me a droopy, somewhat sexy smile. "I don't believe you," I chuckled. "That's okay because I don't find you all that interesting anyway. Casper here is a peach...you...you would pay for the experience of using a stick to push a dying person's head beneath the quicksand - the more they trusted you, the happier you would be. Casper doesn't believe it, but you and I know it's true." The blazing necrophiliac wasn't put off in the least.

A blinding light engulfed azaroth and Alex, teleporting then to a different location. Right there in the room, Casper's anger was at its pick, but had nothing to release it on. "Fucker!!!" He kicked the only table in the room. The impact of the hard furniture made a sizable dent on the wall, "I will make sure I get you bastard." Casper murmured to himself as he folded his fingers, the grip tightened so much, he bled from his hands. Casper gave one last look at the dried corpse of rick on the floor, then left the room. He knew what had to be done, the abomination will not go Scot free.

Asked Ria. "Who knows? Because there some unfinished business? She or he carrying a grudge? I do not know either. But what certain is that if one becomes a ghost because they died tragically and become a terrifying ghost…” Loren shrugged. Oh really? But the one that’s in the house, was far from scary. He even looked like an ordinary human. Handsome human. Except for the fact that the figure was transparent and could walked through the wall… Also inhale the aroma of food to eat…

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

I can’t really make out the drawing but I can see the slight outline of a wolf. “Yo!” She says as she leans against the closed door. “I almost thought you were never coming back.” “Where is Damon?” Caspian asks as he steps off the porch. He lifts the box as he goes over the tall grass toward the car. “Really? Those are your first words to me.” Her brows dipped. “After going ghost.” “I did not go ghost,” Caspian insists and walks to the boot of the car. “And where is Damon?” He repeats.

she said, not giving up. I sighed. “Remember the ghosts in my house?“ I asked her. She rolled her eyes. “Are we still on this topic?“ She asked me. It was obvious she wasn't convinced that something like that was going on. "I am serious, Cassie. There are really ghosts staying in my apartment and one of them is giving me a headache," I shouted. “Alright, calm down. Let's believe for a minute that there really are ghosts in your house. Are they disturbing you?“

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.