Ju On Black Ghost Novels & Stories

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Kayson followed all the way until he arrived at a small house in a remote mountain area. At this very moment, an old man in black attire with gray hair suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood in the house. “The Ghoulie Ghost Magic Circle has been destroyed!” The old man in black wiped away the blood on his lips. The corner of his eyes folded to reveal a cold, stern gaze. “Where did Jason find himself a magic circle expert to destroy my Ghoulie Ghost Magic Circle? He should know that my Ghoulie Ghost Magic Circle is not a low-level one!

"Wuji child!" The Black Mountain Old Ghost's mournful roar echoed throughout the entire stone hall, Shadow Wuji's head flew out and rolled to the ground, still with his eyes wide open, and to the moment of his death, he couldn't believe that Xiao Chuan really dared to strike at him.

the voice barked. Dismissing the warnings of the voice, I reduced my height till my eyes were at the level of the keyhole and from there I peeped in to see Aunt Uka naked, her hair scattered like a thatched house. She was riding a man that mocks the size of Uncle Philip. This young man enjoying the ride had both hands under his head and eyes closed.

Uncle is looking at him with huge eyes, fear controlling his face. With one swipe of his finger, the bullets attack him. I shriek, jumping on my feet. All the bullets hit him in his head, chest. The blood sputters around. My wide gaze rests on him. Louis smirks looking down at his work, "Vengeance is completed." His voice is a soft whisper in the war. "H... he s a ghost. Don't har... m us." My father's shaking arms curl around me. My knees hit the ground as my own body feels heavier. I can't stand on my feet. I try to focus on him.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

The contradiction was like a thousand needles stabbing into my heart, making it hard to breathe. I had always thought Jennifer tormented my daughter for Johnny’s inheritance… But now… Facing Jennifer’s outburst, Johnny suppressed his tears and whispered, "Mom, I know I was wrong." Jennifer’s grip tightened around his arm, her face twisting even more. "You little bastard! You’re just like your father—nothing but a demon! He violated me! Treated me like a toy! He ruined my entire life! "And you—you carry his blood! The moment you were born, you crushed all my hopes! I work myself to the bone every day, and all I get in return is beatings and humiliation!

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

The employees at the counter turned their heads upon hearing the question. “You’re so annoying. Just leave me alone! Blue, take him away, please!” Grey complained. “Shake hands first,” Black said, offering his hand. Grey’s expression remained blank. With a deep sigh, he accepted the handshake. Then Blue, ever the troublemaker, sang Oh, Pag-ibig by Bailey May and Ylona Garcia. “So thrilling, so fun, so kilig, so maddening,” he sang. Grey tried to withdraw his hand, but Black tightened his grip. Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow.

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"