Ghosts Casper Novels & Stories

Carl asks stepping forward but Cassandra only backs away the more he comes close to her. “Stay away” she yells, creating a barrier between them with her hands. Carl did not like how fragile and pale she looked. This is not the woman he had left home. “What's wrong? Cassie '' Brandon attempts to walk close but Cassandra stops him with her hands. “What? Did you bring him this time around so I believe you are Kerl and Carl simultaneously? How can you do this Carlson?'' Cassandra asked, tears streaming down her face. Just like their home, the mansion was not located in the open part of the city. It was rather surrounded by dark forests scary enough to have ghosts residing in them.

But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others. All of the captains agreed. After a very long time, everyone has come. They rapidly started the meeting. There are 8 captains, they are very wealthy, and everyone respects them. In the splendid meeting room, there was a long desk. Pure is the host, with 8 captains sitting around her. Pure waved her hand, a big globe appeared, it looked like a beautiful planet. “This is Domin planet of some species like unicorns and phoenix, this is also the place where the crossbred was born in my dream.”

As he directed the vase at the beast's head, he aimed for its head. My eyes widened as I was taken aback by the ghost's actions. "He's not trying to kill this animal, right?" I murmured to myself, puzzled by the movement of the spirit. The ghost burst out laughing. He was giddy with anticipation for what he was about to accomplish. He pushed the vase up higher. The beast had no idea what was going to happen to him. "Well, if it's this dude, I won't mind if he gets murdered." Despite my astonishment, I felt relieved and free of regret.

That goes to show how filthy everything was. "How did you manage to survive in such a place? You could have died trying to drink expired milk in the fridge and I don't think it's liquid any longer. Why didn't you try cleaning it even just a little? This place isn't fit for humans to live in!" Tynan didn't mind the rants. In fact, looking at Laura's angry expression made him feel cared for. The girl was adorable and he wished that she was real and not just an e-ghost or AI. Still, he made himself silently content and allowed the girl to rant a little more. Lunch break ended in forty more minutes but he was used to going without eating lunch. Instead of listening to depressing music in a corne

He styled his raven-black, silky straight hair messily. My eyes were studying his face when he grabbed my arm, pushed me to the side, and took the unbroken part of the glass vase from my hand. “You could seriously hurt yourself with all that sharp glass,” he said. “Who are you?” I asked. He smiled with a closed mouth. “I am your incubus, Desmond, Cassidy. You expressed your wish to see me yesterday, so here I am. Look all you want.” My mouth was about to touch the floor with all the shock. I lost my ability to react until I remembered Becky had a spare key to my apartment. A spirit didn’t have a physical form. Those idiots were messing with me!

Someone is here," Cassie asked, Gasper, frowned slightly, gazing straight at Cassie not believing what he had just been told. Gasper threw his gaze around the passageway wondering who it was. He hadn't heard any footsteps approaching and he wondered how come he hadn't unless the person was a ghost. Erik's heart beat with trepidation as Gasper walked closer to where he was standing. Just a footstep was all it would take to catch up with him. He closes his eyes tight while muttering words to the moon goddess to save him. " I cannot see anyone here, are you sure that you saw someone here?" Gasper asked, he was beginning to double think about what Cassie had told him.

As far as the internet was concerned, I didn’t exist, and Hael was just an average werewolf boy. “Dead end after dead end…” I said softly, my grunt of defeat muffled by the frilly pillow I smushed my face into. Olive snorted with her usual amount of optimism, nudging me with her shoulder until I relented and turned over. “What happened to Casper the optimistic ghost?”

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Those eyes lifted and locked on mime and the glass instantly stopped moving. “The dead has no business with the living, Riven Cole,” he said, voice low enough that only I heard the tremor under it. “We don't tend to corpses here.” I crossed the distance, my boots leaving wet prints on sawdust, then I placed my hands on the counter and said in a low voice, “Then pour one for a ghost.” The room seemed to respond to my words like they heard me, a hush spreading round. I heard a chair scraping the ground and seconds later, someone in the back muttered “traitor”.