Half-ghost Half-human Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

He had not cared about the place and never bothered to send soldiers in there because the place was a dead end and surely, nobody would dare cross the cliffs to get there. He palmed his face and sighed. "I'm sorry for your loss." he began. "We will provide you with the basic necessities you will need. Are you a pure Were?" "I am a half." she answered And the room became silent. "You're a half?" Riftan asked, confused. "My father is a Were and my mother is a human." "I see." Riftan nodded. "But how did a human get that far from the mountains? Surely they could've passed my gates before they entered the Northern forests?"

My life was just simple ,then in just one night , I've encountered different creatures . " I'm a vampire." My eyes widened . The fear suddenly engulfed my body. I want to run but I feel like that I'm being paralyzed. " No scratch that. I'm a half-vampire. Half-human and half-vampire." I only saw this kind of scenes before in movies but now it is in front of me . " So miss, I will asked you again." He looked at me and walked closer. I stepped backward until my back was leaning against the wall. I gulped when he was just inches away from me. This feeling was different. I feel like I'm being drown into his eyes. I couldn't move because he was so close.

He asked emphasizing a word in his sentence. Catherine raised an eyebrow "Wow, I'm not in love with him." The man sank into his chair nodding negatively "Just tell me what he is!" He ordered. "Simple, my dad said he's a half human and a half vampire!" She replied casually. The man was amazed, he almost jolted off his chair but he stood like a gentleman. His mind raced into a thoughtful marathon, he helped Catherine on her feet and turned at the alter. Catherine noticed the changes on his face and she asked.

Redboxinggloves has finally accepted me, after I proved that it really is me. I start reading their tweets immediately and realize it's worse than I expected. There are a lot more tweets about me than I imagined. And the comments are the worst. They are all mean people make fun of the fact that I am a "half-wolf". They make fun of my too thin and too long body, my legs, they say that my boobs are big because I have nothing on my brain and that no one talks to me besides Grayson and Baxter because I’m weird, just like them.

They whimpered, twisting until Isabella pinned their shoulder with one hand. “They’re not wolves,” the kid whispered. “Then what are they?” I asked. Their breath shuddered. “Half-shadow. Half-flesh. It… it uses what’s left.” My stomach knotted tighter. I didn’t want to picture that, but I couldn’t stop. A field of half-made things, bone and shadow stitched together wrong, all carrying its hunger. Asher muttered a curse, checking the bolts again. --- Choices in corners “We can’t stay here,” Isabella hissed.

“Granddaughter, think about it—who could be a better healer than a necromancer? I could have chased death away from everyone, and recovering was just a matter of time. Two sides of the same coin, really. Death is scary, but flip the coin, and you’ll get life.” “What are you doing here?” Innis didn’t care about lofty phrases; she was far too practical for that. “And you? You are...yes, an air mage.” The ghost looked at her closely. “Only necromancy can awaken me, and not the weakest kind.” I made a mocking bow. “At your service.” The ghost examined me. It felt as if somebody was going over me with a feathered duster. “What have we here...a half-demon.” “Half!”

“Do you know him Caspian?” Caspian didn’t take his eyes off Delan. “I know what he is” That was enough for me. “Then say it” “Dhampir” The word landed heavy and Jasper let out a low whistle. “Still not over how weird that is” I ignored him, my attention staying on Delan. Half human, half vampire, it's been centuries since I last heard of them. I heard they had been last wiped out, but I guess not. “What do you want?“