Lil Peep Ghost Novels & Stories

They were both staring at us, as though they could see through the camera. “See you soon, little niece,” Phoenix mouthed. I stumbled back just as Ghost's system flashed a beeping red interface and everything went black.

I’d kiss along his neck, leaving my own scent on his skin as he had done for me. Then I’d kiss him properly. “Good,” Lilith said. “Open your eyes.” I hadn’t realized I’d closed them, so I did as she asked. I gasped, startled. Standing before me was a translucent, glowing apparition, like a ghost. And it looked just like Asher.

It took seconds to find Feral Wolf Shaw’s profile—an underground contact she’d gotten from Noelle. Lilith: Shaw. 100k. Ruin a woman’s life. You in? Shaw: What kind of woman? Lilith: A college girl. Weird. But you can bring backup. Shaw: Tch. How weird could she be? Lilith: Here’s her pic. Do whatever you want—just don’t kill her. She sent the blurry photo she’d taken of me. Shaw zoomed in. She was beautiful—even in low res.

Once he was no longer needed, Pete joined Melody in holding vigil at the window. They said nothing, but each was well aware of the difference in the behavior of a few of the spirits that wandered the charred earth. Not only were they looking more alert and becoming more animated, but they were starting to speak with each other. Pete was relieved to see that it was only a small portion of the spirits that were coming to life, but it was still enough to worry him. If bullets didn’t work on them, what were they supposed to use if those devils decided to attack? Harold’s vicious end would be embedded in his mind forever.

Kourtney smiled, feeling a little more at ease. As they continued to chat about other topics, she quickly noticed that Lilian’s usual pep was missing. “What’s wrong, Lils?” she asked, concern knitting her brows together. Lilian hesitated for a moment, then sighed, “It’s just... I think there might be a ghost in my apartment!” Kourtney laughed, thinking it was a joke. “Girl, I think you’ve been watching too many Korean horror movies again! You can’t let those get to your head!”

He simply went beneath. I clenched my hand. The pavement under reflection-Lila shattered. A manhole lid sprang up like a missile striking her chest. She was propelled backward her flare gun firing into the air a streak that exploded and scattered sparks. The ghost wavered, bewildered then turned to me— stared—and, for a single moment his gaze was that of a six-year-old, frightened and mirrored mine. “I apologize " I murmured. He turned to dust which the breeze carried south heading for the Ninth Ward that always remembered him.

Lilas Pov “If you’re planning on murdering me and dumping my body in a vat of motor oil, just know that my ghost will haunt your playlist and change every song to polka music.” Lila stood in the center of the ‘Sanctuary,’ her hands on her hips, looking like a high-fashion pixie who had accidentally wandered into a post-apocalyptic garage. The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die.

(((LilY POV’s))) The rained has stopped. But oh no! Please not now. I am going to hear the whisper of the ghosts! Even if I don’t really watch horror movies, I just really see them on advertisements. If I could just pretend not to have any idea, I would have done so. Why this imaginary creature scared me?! I didn’t do bad things to them to hunt me! I hate this feeling! I hate it! Then… I heard someone knocking on the window. God, please kill me. I don’t want to witness something creepy in my whole life. Please! Spare me this time!

The Nature of the Fire The man in the passenger seat, a tall guard in a gray suit named Miller, turned around. He looked panicked. "The coordinates are live on the public web, sir. They’ve pinned our location to the street level. There’s a message going around—thousands of people are being told to head to Pier 70. They’re calling it a 'Ghost Hunt.'" "They want to see the man who was dead," Silas said. His voice was calm, like a teacher explaining a simple math problem. "They want to touch the mystery."

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.