Halloween Ghost Blow Mold Novels & Stories

"I've read all your questions. There's no need to worry. Every ghost has a makeup look that suits them. No matter what your skin tone was when you were alive, most ghosts turn cool and pale after death. "When you die, corpse oil secretion means most of you start out with oily skin. Your skin type, however, doesn't stay the same forever. "As time goes on, your skin gradually shifts, becoming dry. During that transition, many of you will experience combination-oily or combination-dry skin. The focus of our first lesson today is choosing the right makeup based on your current skin condition." I then recommended different base products for different skin types. "For concealer, I recommend choosi

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

I can feel the sensation of worms on my skin getting more intense, nothing I can't bear. "Soren, you finally decided to pay me a visit." Ishtar teased me. I gave a low chuckle and got serious. "Did Ghost really drain himself to create some neutral energy?" I asked the wizard. "Yes, I'm impressed with him. At no point did Ghost want to be anything other than helpful." Ishtar spoke and walked over to one of the shelves and picked up a crystal vial, inside which was a bluish liquid mixed with silver dots as if it were trapped in the moonlight.

Even the zombies were not able to last even one second. With Greedy Wolf in his hand, Chase released a blade aura that was two feet long. A white blade flash formed into half a circle. Any undead that touched it would instantly turn to black dust. After about half an hour, these underlings were completely destroyed. That was when a giant, rotting old hag who was about ten feet tall crawled over like a spider. She moved with agile speed and made no sound, just like a phantom ghost. All three of them were shocked by her appearance.

“No, black mold isn’t any kind of mold, it’s…special. Dangerous. It attracts stray spirits. It’s usually related to magic and witchcraft, and not just any magic either…dark magic." I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Stray spirits? Dark magic? Really, Damien? You’re pulling that from some old wives’ tale. Mold doesn’t attract anything but…maybe pests." "No, I’m serious." He stepped closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing some forbidden knowledge. "Mold weakens the barriers between realms. It’s like a beacon for lost souls, especially the vengeful ones. It takes a powerful kind of energy to create these molds. And if this house has history—"

*****ALPHA XANDER’S POV**** "Welcome back," the second ghost said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "You're intelligent, figuring it out without my hint, which you couldn't decipher." She extended her hand towards me, and I reluctantly handed her the eyeball she had requested. She giggled and swallowed it, transforming into a terrifying octopus in the blink of an eye. Its menacing tentacles writhed everywhere, except where I stood. The sheer size of the creature overwhelmed me with fear, and I struggled to maintain eye contact.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

“Didn’t realize you’re afraid of ghosts, Moss.” “I’m not!” Moss was so defensive on his reply and Hent completed processing, she craned her neck to looked at the big man who was standing near the door. “Yes, I can also sense the spirit living in here, Moss.” Blanche and Rat looked at Hent. “See?” Moss said, pointing at her. “She’s just kidding, Moss,” Blanche said, she stood and walked in front of the table, she crosses her arms, not leaving her stare on Hent.

He did invite me out at night to a graveyard after all… I pressed myself close to his side as we slowly walked along the dark path in the haunted house. Looking around, I could tell that the decorations were made to portray a vampire theme. There were fake blood, coffins, skeletons and other haunting items scattered all around. Now and then, there would be a shrilled high-pitch scream in the distant and the howling of wolves. While Hayden seemed to enjoy looking around, I spent the time to mentally prepare myself for when the ghost would come out and scare us.