Hanging Tree Ghost Novels & Stories

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

“Why not?” The Thing burst from Hendricks’s body then, a great shadow that emerged in a rush of wind and swirled into the ghost tree. “Lauren!” it said. Its voice promised, demanded, threatened all in one word. Its eyes glowed within the tree and its mouth was a giant hole made of starless night. The branches of the tree cracked, unfurling like fingers. They seemed fluid in a way that tree branches should not be, flowing down toward her. The trunk seemed to twist and bend so that those glowing eyes—red eyes, red eyes like a vampire in a movie, red eyes like the monster under your bed—drew closer and closer to her face. It seemed to fill up the whole world.

As long as Shella didn't come back into the forest, I could still keep an eye on her. Dimas and I approached the trunk of the Giant Hanarusa. The tree size seemed to increase every time I cut the distance. We both climbed up to the roots and walked over them. Looking around, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say these overlapping tree roots form a giant maze. You will get lost if you don't climb up the roots and see a way out. "This is the place, isn't it? Where is that Wind Spirit Crystal?" asked Dimas as he turned his gaze in all directions.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

The wind blew with so much peace within it, making the trees wave their branches in thanksgiving. The birds flew off the trees to go get what they would have for the day with so much joy . A lady’s hands are crossed in a little room though fancy. She walks around the room endlessly thinking about what to do next. She was restless like she was about losing a soul in her family. She released a heavy sigh in frustration and stepped out of the room immediately. She climbs the stairs and walks up to a new room door. She opens it and her facial expression changes .

Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave. Despair and regret swallowed me whole. I screamed, I sobbed, I begged her to let him go. But as my father's body swung lifelessly, Adeline's smile only grew colder. "Now it's his sister's turn." At that moment, her face was twisted and grotesque, like a demon that had crawled straight out of hell.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

“Wait. Please, let me go grab my notes.” I rushed up the stairs. This was plain crazy! I was really talking to a ghost? Or Susan had put something funny in my lunch? Or maybe I was about to wake up from one of those blurry dreams you can’t recall after? I hurried back to the east parlor with my notebook and opened it on the page where I’d scribbled a family tree with the names I’d found in my readings. “Joseph, Edward’s grandchild?” I tried. “Hello,” the app said instantly.

by the Loom. "Darlene! The World-Tree Sovereign-Fang!" My own voice rang out, sounding like a thousand bells in a sanitarium. I didn't move toward the Ghost as a warrior. I moved toward him as a Warning. I stood on the blue glass floor, my bare feet leaving prints of Black-Emerald-Gold Dirt that refused to be sanitized. I wasn't fighting my mate; I was Invalidating the Diagnosis. "The Ghost Protocol isn't a secret, Eryx! It’s a Safety-Measure for Cowards!" I cried out. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to be Crazy for the Truth instead of Sane for a Lie!".

"And the only thing you owe the universe is to Thrive." ​The Ghost of the First-Seed ​As the celebration began, a raw, emotional outpouring of people who were realizing they no longer had to pay for the right to exist, Kaelen felt a sharp, cold spike in the back of his mind. ​He turned toward the horizon, where the largest smelting plant was being consumed by a massive, violet willow tree. At the very top of the tree, silhouetted against the purple sky, stood a figure.