Ghosts Of Onyx Novels & Stories

This melodic female voice seems to be ringing in my ears and filling my mind at the same time. But that’s impossible. I’m alone in my room. I looked around, making sure that I was indeed by my lonesome inside my modern and fully-furnished bedroom. And I really was… ”Who are you?” I asked aloud. ”You can call me Onyx,” said the disembodied voice. “But... what are you?” ”Well, it’s hard to explain…” ”Are you an angel? A ghost? Or a fairy?” She laughed and it was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

His gaze flashed around the garishly expensive items; the crystal chandelier that occupied more than half of the recessed ceiling, three—he counted them, three life sized marble sculptures of Lycaon himself, and various paintings and furniture that dated all the way to ancient Rhome. William found Emily against the far wall, locked in Lycaon's grasp. Lycaon held her arms tightly, her body pulled backward against his. He peered over the relative safety of her shoulder at William and Paoli. “Let her go,” William hissed. “I'm just trying to answer a question,” Lycaon said conversationally. He twisted Emily's arm until she cried out. “Lycaon, stop this at once!” Paoli demanded. “It won't go well

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

Onyx just smiled at her. "Hey, calm down. Nothing happened, right?" "Nothing happened, but if something had, I wouldn't let you off the hook! Even if we're both ghosts, I'll haunt you! You jerk!" Mia snapped, her voice laced with a playful threat. Onyx stared at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know, I hate stalkers," he said, his voice smooth and confident. Mia was furious. She wanted to smack him, but she held back, fearing she might be the one facing charges of assault.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

Seras is a walking inferno, green ghost-fire mixing with her normal red. Remy fights like a wolf possessed, claws and dagger and pure refusal to let anything touch me. I’m everywhere at once: Mirror Step through broken reflections, blood-lightning carving trenches in the fresh spring ground, Vinča symbols flaring across my skin for half a second before my healing erases them again. We’re losing. Then the ghosts show up. Al Capone and the boys step out of the steam like they were waiting for the cue. Tommy guns made of moonlight and 1920s wrath.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Their voices were always heard by Roxanne, but she didn't expect the number of undead to be so numerous. Roxanne went from a state of fear to a state of helplessness as she watched the spirits scramble to play Ouija. Roxanne was not an ordinary girl. She had the ability to see ghosts after an accident at the age of twenty-two. Roxanne not only lost all her memories but was also gifted with eyes that can see ghosts. She heard people say that she was an orphan. Eating, studying and all expenses were the things Roxanne has to take care of herself.