Hanging Tree Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

Motion attracted my attention. A shrouded person stood before a tree. Only their back was visible to me, and while I looked, they pulled a small axe and etched something into the bark. They sheathed the weapon, then turned and went down the valley and out of sight. “Who was that?” I inhaled once they were gone, turning to the specter. “Where did—” But the specter had fled. I snarled out an indignant breath, but then continued down the slope, knowing that the specter wouldn’t have wasted the effort to show me this if it wasn’t vital.

“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.

And far beyond the walls, nestled beneath black trees and rain-slick night… The ghost who never died sat in his van of shadows, smoke curling like prophecy from his mouth, watching his brother and the girl through unblinking glass. Not ready to strike. Not yet. But soon.

I said, "However, with the return of Black Wolf Baker, all dark-related substances will come back from the dead." "How do we get out of here?" "Unless it's dawn!"I watched the moonlight on my head getting dimmer and dimmer, the shadows of all the trees in the forest were stretching up a little bit, and the dense leaves were also expanding around.The trees in the ghost forest grow at night, and they feed on blood-devouring animals.When each tree sucks enough blood, it will be transformed into a tree man. "I'm afraid we will become fertilizer before dawn!"William looked around vigilantly, even the swing of a leaf would attract his attention.

Denying them respite— Out of this blizzard of swirled grit and ash, uncannily, shapes were forming. “The trees!” Priewe screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. His lunatic eyes shone moon-bright. “Oh, Christ. Hanging . . . in the trees. Can’t you fucking see them?” They did: apparitions in the night-dark limbs of the cottonwood. Something glimmering in the sleety rain. Thunder crashed and everyone jumped, lightning skittering throughout the clouds. The police chief howled.

"Hua!" "Hua!" In the jungle, the big trees were shaking, and the branches were flying. On the ground, the fallen leaves were rolling, and the veins of the trees were also rolling, as if there was a huge earthquake. At the same time, all kinds of Ghost-wailing Wolves filled the forest. In the next instant, the whole forest had been stirred. "Roar!" Tao Tie of Evil suddenly roared, its limbs slightly lying on the ground. It opened its bloody mouth and glared.