Love Ghost Story Novels & Stories

The ghostly figure, it seemed, was a lost soul yearning for closure. Undeterred by the supernatural aura, Emma pressed on, determined to bring peace to the tormented spirit. Following the clues in the journal, she unearthed a hidden compartment, revealing a locket that held the key to the ghost's untold story. As Emma held the locket in her hands, a soft breeze swept through the mansion, carrying with it a melancholic melody. The ghostly figure appeared before her, its ethereal form bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow. Eyes filled with gratitude met Emma's, and the mansion's atmosphere seemed to sigh with relief.

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

As they walked back to their rooms, they could feel a chill in the air, a sense of foreboding that made their hairs stand on end. Suddenly, they heard a sound behind them. They turned around and saw a shadowy figure standing in the hallway, watching them with glowing eyes. Marcus and Logan both froze in terror, their hearts pounding in their chests. They could feel the malevolent energy radiating off the figure, a sense of pure evil that made them want to run and hide. The figure stepped closer, its form becoming clearer in the dim light. It was a ghostly apparition, with tattered robes and a face twisted in anger.

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

“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!’

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start. "Good grief! We're almost late!” Ria slapped her forehead followed by Loren who immediately looked at her cell phone and widened her eyes in shock. “You're right, Thomas had called me many times. Come on, I'll tell you the story another time." She got up and helped Ria tidy up some books. Ria immediately set aside one book and an article that she would borrow. For others she'll put back on its shelf. “There are lots of ghosts in this place. I can feel it…” Loren said while walking along the giant bookshelves with Ria.

Each account had been published in various ghost hunting guides available in local bookstores. “You really believe all that?” Louis asked. “I look at it this way. A few things you might be able to write off as coincidence, bad luck, or someone making up a tale. But there are just so many stories collected in this one place that you have to pay attention. I mean, it seems like something’s going on.”

There are a bunch of flower pictures that mark the place. "Okay, come on!" They took the path to the left, through a long passage made of tall grass that formed into a solid wall. The hallway was very dark with a light mist shrouding the surroundings. Only the moonlight is the only light. Felen shuddered, remembering the ghost story one of the maids in Leister's manor had read, and he felt that something could emerge from the darkness of the mist. Felen's fear came true. Something or rather someone more terrifying than a ghost appeared from there, blocking Felen and Igle. Her wavy burgundy hair swayed gently in the wind that drifted between her strands.