Halloween Ghost Blow Mold Novels & Stories

"She’d be a doll. And I don't love dolls." "Then you are the obstacle," Ghost-Elara sighed. She didn't summon a sword. She summoned the **Environment**. The translucent houses of the Nursery began to fold in on themselves, the glass and amber fluid shaping into a colossal tidal wave of suburban debris. Picket fences, minivans, and lawn chairs flew through the air, driven by the white static of the Original Template. ### The Soul-Dump "SARAH!" I screamed, looking up at the spire.

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head.

Her eyes shut tight, her lips turned purple, and her breath and heartbeat stopped completely. The features that once held so much life stiffened and twisted, with dried tear tracks still clinging to her cheeks. She was nothing but a hollow shell. Once the act was complete, the doll drifted back toward the altar. The gray-black mist around its traditional robe slowly faded, returning it to the dim, muted state from before. It sat in perfect stillness, without a single glimmer of light, yet somehow colder than it had been earlier. The silent scream of a soul being torn apart seemed to linger in the air, mingling with the damp smell of mold, chilling the basement to its core.

The evolution-fest continued for around two more hours, as the evolutions took some time to end, and after that Chaos wanted to name every single one of these little and measly monsters as well to give them one last boost. Will-o-wisps became Ghosts after the miasma, and after being named each Ghost attained some kind of element, there were Inferno Ghosts that used fire, Storm Ghosts that had wind, Dark Ghosts that could wield darkness, and even the rare Bright Ghost, who could use light! All of them were S-Rank, from measly E-Rank monsters such as Will-o-wisps who can barely hurt a weak orc child, this was a great jump!

Janeka scowled. The three witches took each other's arms, they stepped toward the creatures approaching them. Edmond faded away while they scoffed. At least, he made things easier for them. Danica blast them with firepower and some of them exploded. After some seconds, the pieces of their flesh and bones that scattered joined back together forming the same creature with bulgy eyes. The blight was a monstrous creature mostly made of bones and skeletons. They were armed with swords that could kill a human at one slay, their head was a skull and it was covered with a brown mask. They screeched as they approached the four supernatural who were attempting to defend their town.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Carson shushed us. A strange breeze rushed across the hallway killing the torchlights, then from the pools of blackness left in the wake of the snuffed-out torches, emerged a long, wavy thing. Isis held my hand and squeezed it, and I huffed. My eyes blinked rapidly when a second phantom followed. They whipped about, as if they were some massive antennae, trying to find a signal. "It's Ok. They are just ghost children playing," Carson whispered. "The mansion looks different," Lance uttered as he ran his fingers over the oozing walls. Something like puss or sap was leaking from the creases.

A noose made of braided silk, soaked in the tears she was no longer capable of shedding. They say the souls of the thirteen still roam the halls, though it’s her lover’s cries that haunt the deepest corners. Sometimes, if you walk the corridors alone, you might hear the faint plucking of strings, a song that begins sweet but always ends in a scream. “Thornhall doesn’t let its ghosts rest. It feeds on them, the way it feeds on the roses. And if you stay too long, it’ll feed on you, too,” says Mala, the fifteen year old handmaid, her voice pitched low, her eyes wide with mock terror before she bursts into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

"All of you ghosts, go away!" "Soul Wind Blade, second level!" She shouted! Numerous whirlwind-like spiritual wind blades burst out from Ye Qing'er's sea of consciousness with buzzing sounds. Immediately, all the Spiritual Wind Blades violently swept toward all the ghost things like a tornado! "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Bang!" However, the terrifying spiritual wind blade instantly pierced through the body of the ghost and swallowed it in the blink of an eye. Many ghosts were still grinning. But the next second! The smiles on their faces froze, and then they turned into a cyan flame and dissipated.