Novel & Cerita Ghosts Fanfiction

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

"... What?!" Kai sighs as he lets his hair loose from its half bun, scratching the back of his head in frustration. "The gandaruwa ignored me, even when I'm harming it with prayers and mantras. Its sole focus was on you because it noticed your different scent and wanted to make sure. Once it did, it escaped and probably went to tell all the other ghosts, spirits, what have you, in the area to tell them a rare blood appeared, they're now either against each other or working together, who knows, honestly." He recounts, walking over to the kitchenette to pour water for both himself and Irene.

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 paused in my speech, feeling somehow threatened to speak due to the weighty words of Joey, but I had to continue. "Oh my God..! A ghost...? You're pregnant for a ghost...? Jeeeeezzz!!! This is absord..! Oh nooo... What are we going to do about it now?" Melinda's expressions got me really more scared of the initial situation, I felt that the story was going to start filling up my head again as she became so scared of what would happen to me. A short silence came between us, I looked at her and almost about to try to figure out what to say in my reply. Melinda took a deep breath, held my hands and looked me in the eyes, making sure I understood how she was feeling about my predicament. My he

Instead of feeling sad, she smiled widely. She jumped off the bed, slid the glass door to the side and went to the balcony. There, she inhaled a deep breath. After a while, she chuckled alone. Once again, she recalled the frivolous dream of last night. The long-haired blond with the beautiful appearance lingered on her mind. “What am I thinking? Someone like that cannot exist in this world.” She shook her head. She smiled all alone at the balcony while thinking of him. She felt a weird kind of relief after knowing the ghost she saw in her dream wasn’t a female. She thought it was funny but at the same time, it was impossible to forget such a person who possessed an appearance that was like n

“You don’t want to try--” “No, absolutely not. These guys are pissed. Even you can feel it. Nothing I say or do…no, I want to get away from them.” “Won’t they just follow you?” “I don’t think so--” unconsciously, she moved closer to Declan --“they’re not like regular ghosts. I think they’re something else.” “The fuck?” “Yeah…can we go?” Putting his arm around her waist, he shot into the sky, holding her closely. The more distance they put between themselves and the ghosts, the more she relaxed, but the feeling of dread they had forced on her didn’t ease up.

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.

I wanted to stay and rummage through more of the files but after making confetti of one of the documents, Ghost practically threw me back into the shaft and now I’m on my hands and knees crawling back to Low and his annoying growls. I can feel Ghost behind me but he waited until I had moved a fair distance from the room before following me, I’m not completely sure but I’m guessing it's because he didn’t want my ass in his face.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.