Love Ghost Story Novels & Stories

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Unknown POV I got married to Lisa since it has been Lia's wish to make Lisa her mother, but life has been empty after losing Lia. It started with nightmares. I would see Lia in my nightmares, trying to communicate with me but I wouldn't understand a thing. Sleepless nights followed, and every day was a nightmare. Lia would appear to me but she was more like a ghost, she wouldn't move nor talk. She stared at me while I cry at night feeling guilty for having her murdered by an unloyal friend Lora's ghost has been missing for days and that worries me a lot. I stared at the ceiling as the birds chirped good morning and the sunlight beamed through the curtains.

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

, Dawn said slowly “a vengeful spirit” Lena sighed “thought it might be”, she admitted. Dawn frowned at her “wait, you knew?” she asked, astounded “how?” The blackette was aware at how open minded Lena was but she didn’t think that she would go as far as to place the blame on it for Bryce and Shawna’s deaths. “My godmother told me all about different supernatural things, including ghosts”, the brunette explained “she’s an occult professor. Anyway, when I saw the hook in the wall…it made me think of the Hook Man legend. So I guessed it was a ghost”.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Because of all the ghost stories she had heard in her life, the ghost always called someone to come to them. Exactly as Fuschia had said just now. “Mi-milady, is that for real? There is such a sound? I didn't hear it tho,” Laura turned to the knight with a questioning look. "I'm sorry lady, but I didn't hear it either." said the knight, still with a worried expression on his face. Laura had already guessed that she would have trouble sleeping for the next few months if tonight she also met the ghost above met the creepy monster! The hairs on her neck stood up. Adding to the fear that bit her skin.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

The ghost asked casually, while appearing to be pacing the floor. "What? Like the human who turns into a giant man-wolf during a full moon?" Miranda demanded, but she didn't let the ghost answer, "yeah I've heard about it. So much so that people write books about young girls falling in love with them, and those books have so much smut, its ridiculous." Miranda laughed. It was now the ghost's turn to send Miranda a deadpan look. "What?" Miranda asked when she noticed the look. "And what do you think of vampires?" The ghost continued to quiz.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

“No, Mom. I am not going back there. All my friends are avoiding me because of the ghost.” “You can’t just give up like that...” “The money and the property are the least of my worries!” I yelled. “I can’t sleep. I see her in my dreams now!” That finally stopped her and she froze... Then she looked at me. Really looked at me. “Who?” she whispered. “Who are you seeing?” “Echo,” I breathed. “She’s haunting me everywhere. Awake. Asleep. Everywhere.” Mom’s face grew tight with fear. “Are you sure it’s her? Not just your imagination?”