Ghosts Characters Novels & Stories

The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her research data but couldn't locate where the error was. I'd gone to the research lab to pick up some things when I stumbled across the red-eyed Cecily. I asked if she needed help, so she explained the issue. After combing through every step of her research, I finally pointed out the problem. Over the course of five years, much had changed with the young woman who had been crying her eyes out over an issue with her research. I couldn't recognize her right away. Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

The kind of man who had once been sharp but had been ground down by years of fear. “Didn’t want to be seen with you,” he muttered. “You don’t know what you’re poking at.” “I do.” I leaned forward, meeting his eyes even as he tried to avoid mine. “That’s why I’m here.” He laughed without humor. “You think you do. You think you’re the first person to chase ghosts. But the difference between ghosts and these people is ghosts don’t kill you.” “I’m not afraid of them,” I said, though the tremor in my voice betrayed me.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

"You're the Alpha. She's just a ghost who hasn't accepted her burial." I nodded, let her guide me down the corridor. But my gaze kept drifting back to the empty space where Lumira had stood, where she had caught a dagger mid-air and returned it without looking, where she had dismissed me like a servant dismissed from a room. A revenant. Yes. That was easier. But revenants didn't command moon-dragons. Ghosts didn't make the mate bond scream with recognition. Ghosts didn't look at you with the absolute certainty that you were already dead to them, and they were simply waiting for you to realize it.

It's as if I bought a serving for him. But why didn't he say a word? Can't ghosts communicate? Do they speak any other way? I'm curious. Where is the ghost now? Is he here? I immediately got up and sat up straight, being alert. Did he already in this room all this time? But I didn't see anyone. I remember that figure had the appearance of a full human yet was transparent with a faint gray light. He's so easy to see, how come I've never seen him? What made him suddenly decide to appear?

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

Quincy turned around and saw two other ghastly beings charging in their direction. This time, they were even more ferocious than the ghost generals earlier. They stood up to five meters tall. Likewise, they were covered with water from the blood river, and resentful spirits surrounded them. They were practically the minimized versions of the ghost emperor. Quincy immediately started shouting. “Ahhh! They’re coming again! Quick, run!” Dorothy Assex’s face sank. “Two ghost kings...” she whimpered. “You guys go in first,” Alex Rockefeller said while he stood behind the group.

"What are these things? They're like something out of a nightmare." Caleb's eyes glinted with determination as he stepped forward. "They're nothing we can't handle. Stay together and fight as one. We'll make it through this." And they did. The group worked together, their movements fluid and efficient as they battled the undead horde. Eventually, the last zombie had fallen, and they were able to continue on their journey. Their final obstacle came in the form of ghosts. As they approached their destination, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of ethereal beings, their faces twisted in anger and pain. The ghosts seemed to materialize out of thin air, their moans echoing through the night