Gumball Ghosts Novels & Stories

“This way, I decide whom I see and when.” “Unless they touch you without your permission. Spirits reaching out for help or trying to scare you away don’t hesitate to touch you.” “Oh, true,” I muttered. “You should try and see what happens.” He swallowed and turned to the open door, raising his voice. “Hey, kids! Wanna play a game?” I giggled, seeing how naturally he transitioned to Haunter Supreme to boss ghosts around and resume breakfast. “What game?” asked one of the tablets a moment later. Brandon replied like he was addressing any regular kid and nodded to me, his mug right by his mouth.

King Kong, whose face was covered in blood, fell into the room and said with all his strength, “Mr. Gold Tooth, run! The Twin Ghosts are… Pft!” Before he could finish, a foot stomped on his back, crushing his spine. His body twitched a few times before dying. “The Twin Ghosts of Chrysant?!” Gold Tooth and Dan were horrified when they saw the two people who came in. “Are you Gold Tooth and Dan Niners?” The Twin Ghosts came in looking like real ghosts with messy hair and bloody hands. They even sucked the blood from their fingers. The blood seemed to trigger them as their bloodshot eyes bulged even more.

"Along with Tadhg Walter and Cadell Brian are enemies, too dangerous, a little careless will be completely destroyed. I still leave miraculously! As long as I hide from Crocodile Swamp outside the starry sky, no one can find it me!" Within the scope of god, the power of The Phantom Bandits, one True Ghost looked up at the sky inside each True Ghost, completely destroyed the phenomenon, in the eyes of the strange man flashing into a light from disappearing on the spot not met. A lavish palace inside. One of them sprouted eighteen twisted skulls, ten thousand miles tall, and ten thousand strange tentacles sprouted all over the body. True Ghost flashed a complicated light in his eyes. "Tadhg Wa

The Ghost from the past Kinabukasan... Maagang bumalik sa bahay si Phoenix at Azza para kamustahin ang pakiramdam ng kabigan nilang si Lucifer. Nakita nila ang kalat na iniwan nila kagabe. Minabuting ligpitin ni Azza ang kalat. Si Phoenix naman na kumuha ng pagkain sa Fridge. "May kasama si Lucifer? Dumating ba si Phoebe?" Pagtatanong Phoenix dahil may nakita siyang Crocs shoes sa gilid ng pintuan ng kuwarto niya. "Si Phoebe siguro." Saad ni Azza. Umiling si Phoenix at nilapitan ang sapatos. "Gago ka ba? Ni minsan hindi nagsosoot si Phoebe ng Crocs! Laging nakatakong 'yon!" Bulalas ni Phoenix. Namilog ang mga mata ni Azza. "Bakit nasa gilid ng kuwarto mo? Teka hindi nga si Pheobe 'yan, isa p

“Relationship counseling, carnival‑style.” “The Game does love its themes,” Corvin said grimly. Grant stepped forward, scanning the smaller text that flickered in and out beneath the main rules—a scrolling procession of half‑glitched symbols that refused to stay readable for more than a second at a time. “Does it say how many it’ll take per round?” he asked. Before anyone could answer, the answer made itself clear. A soft chime rang out, echoing weirdly over the water. The lowered gondola’s threshold flared with ghost‑light, stretching out across the boardwalk like invisible feelers.

"So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?" "Plenty," she said. "As standards of living and productivity in the underworld improve, more ghosts are refusing to reincarnate. The underworld is overcrowded, inflation is rampant, and reincarnation is decided by lottery. The stranded ghosts need something to do, and watching horror games has become their favorite pastime." I prepped her skin with a primer and meticulously hid the splits at the corners of her mouth with wax. Once I applied the foundation, she could almost pass for a completely normal person at first glance.

Every step tightened the pressure behind his sternum, pulling him deeper. “You always hated this place,” Vex’s voice echoed suddenly, smooth and amused. “Said it smelt like ghosts.” Riven stopped. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—reverberating through tunnels, bleeding through walls. “Funny thing,” Vex continued. “Turns out ghosts don’t leave. They just change shape.” Riven’s jaw set. “Show yourself.” Laughter rippled through the dark. Lights flickered to life one by one, revealing a massive junction chamber ahead—old control panels, broken signal boards, and cables hanging like exposed veins.

Devon gulps down his whiskey. Pregnant? Dammit. He could believe it when his spy, Courtney, told him over the phone. Amelia's fucking pregnant. Expecting Damien's child. That's fucked up. That fucked him up. He didn't see this coming. He knew she was living with him currently, that he had killed Ferdinand and took her with him. He knows her mother is with Bertha's sons—yes, there's two of them. He couldn't believe it when Kaitlyn told him. She had twins and both are Ferdinand's. He was right about the alias, too. He—or rather, they—are known as 'The Ghost'. That's because he could disappear and be in two different places at once. No one knew how he did it, and they quickly turned to the supe

“The rules are very simple. This ball in my hand is actually a special ball and is called 'The Ghost Ball.' I will be the first person to hold this ball, but then I will pass it to the person next to me before the person next to me continues to hand the ball to the person next to them. The ball will continue to move from one hand to another until the ghost appears, and the person chosen by the ghost must choose between ‘Dare, Drink, or Dance.’ Can everyone understand the rules?” Everyone listened to the bald man, and the rules of the game were indeed simple for them. But maybe they were confused because the man kept mentioning the word “ghost.” He even said that the pink ball in his hand was

I pushed it. I closed my eyes as light emerged from the inside, and that slowly died down. I open my eyes once again and went in. Seeing other ghosts everywhere feels weird. "Am I in the right place?" I strolled around not knowing anyone nor anything. The other ghosts seem didn't know what's going on too. Well, at least I wasn't alone. Not a moment later, a voice from who knows were, spoke. "Welcome players, to the Enchantrix Game!"