Haunting Ghost Novels & Stories

Meagan said sarcastically, her arms crossed against her chest. “It’s only dressed as a haunted house at Halloween,” Christian clarified. “Oh, good,” Meagan sighed. “But it’s one of the most haunted places in the world,” he continued. “Oh, crap,” Meagan said, returning to her former disposition. “You hunt Vampire’s for a living, Meag,” Aurora reminded her. “How can you possibly be scared of ghosts?” “That’s different. I’m not a Ghost Hunter!” “No, but if you were you’d have a heck of a show on A&E,” Elliott chimed in.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

I plead, my heartbeat picking up a few paces She looks up at me and a crease forms on her forehead. “What ghost? There is no ghost. Thelma, you are not being haunted, you are being hunted!”

I watched in awe as the figure spoke, its voice echoing through the night. "Two more hearts! Two more hearts and my vengeance is complete," the ghostly figure proclaimed, its words chilling my bones. The urgency in its tone sent a shiver down my spine as if a dire warning was being conveyed. "It's almost too late," the figure continued, its voice filled with a sense of impending doom. "The days of the shapeshifters are here, and the blood moon approaches. Destiny will draw you to this point in the coming days." Before I could utter a word, the ghostly figure dissipated into thin air, leaving me standing there, consumed by a mix of confusion and anxiety. The weight of its message hung heavily

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.

“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!’

I slowly revealed the answer to Shadow: "Celeste installed surveillance in the dorm. Every move you make is under her watch. She didn't even tell me about it. I had no idea, and naturally, you wouldn't either. You tried to fool me, but here's the truth: As soon as you left, Celeste woke me up. She never went home. Guess what we were doing?" I could hear Shadow's breathing grow frantic. I took my time with the final blow. "I've always believed that the way to get rid of you is by preventing you from returning to my body. Holding you down and not letting you return to my body doesn't work, so we're trying a second method. What if you can't find me? Celeste and I aren't in the dorm anymore." Th

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

All of a sudden she appeared before Hea. Hea's feet were glued to the ground and a shiver ran down her spine. She saw a meager female in front of her eyes that had a hole in her neck and the blood flowed down from it all. These ghosts had terrible scars upon their appearance which had died in terrible traffic accidents. She tilted her head and a malicious grin appeared on her face. She screamed with her whole heart and Jungkun repulsed the ghost lady with his powers. Her strange and stinky coil smell hit her nose and she felt nauseous. She couldn't tolerate the smell and started throwing up.

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.