Love Ghost Story Novels & Stories

the fairy already shouted at him and his worry worsen “my ability? It’s useless at this time! I can only see ghosts! What can I do in this situation?!” “Let me ask you, did you even touch those things you called ghosts? The problem with you is you’re a coward! I keep on telling you to come near them but you already piss on your pants and hid at your sister’s skirt!” Lorey didn’t care about Christian’s feelings right now. What she cared the most is killing the great master, Lich… or else, she will face the unbearable situation again and again The Lich will capture her again and her soul won’t survive the second time!

in the evening when Angela and her daughter returned, they found the whole family seated at the living room waiting for them. They looked at them eagerly, it was scary to them, strings of thoughts ran through their mind, where have we gone wrong? What have we done? Angela breathed out loud, her heart beat faster, it could barely be heard by someone next to her, she folded her hands in fear tried to get words out of her mouth, but couldn’t, she had never been that scared in her life before. She was not ready to lose the battle yet, she was willing to do anything just so she could stay and make them pay for her misery.

“Don’t be shy. You’re not different to me at all. I’ve always considered your family as my own—you know that.” His words wrapped around her like a comforting embrace. Eloise felt a quiet joy bloom in her chest, and she smiled up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. George wasn’t just a kind neighbor, he was her boyfriend, the one person who made the weight of her daily struggles feel a little lighter. As she gazed at him, a chill suddenly brushed the back of her neck. Behind George, materializing from the shadows of the narrow alley, stood a female ghost. She was pale and translucent, her long dark hair hanging limply over a tattered white dress that moved as though stirred by an unseen

“Why is that your first thought? Of all the supernatural things, you jump straight to ghosts?” “Yes, ghosts!” she shot back, crossing her arms. “We live in a world where vampires, werewolves, and witches are real, Lia! Ghosts aren’t that far-fetched!” “Okay, okay, fair point,” I conceded, holding up my hands. “And don’t even pretend they’re not real,” she added quickly. “I’ve heard too many stories to believe otherwise.” “Stories, huh?” I smirked. “Let me guess, you heard about some haunted house from a ‘friend of a friend’?”

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”

they broke into a loud laugh as they shared some joke. Merindale did not care. She followed the seniors around, admiring the intricate details on the walls. It was painted beautifully with stories from Immortal history. “Hey there, newbie. You know about the ghost that haunts these halls, right?" Merindale was taken aback at the sudden question directed at her. She paused and looked back at the senior questioning her. Her eyes wide open. "A ghost?" "Oh yeah," he continued, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. "Legend has it that the Ghost of Lysandra prowls these very grounds. She's said to snatch unsuspecting newcomers like you.”

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Vengeance has not been paid, on the contrary, it is also unjustly killed. Vera step by step closer to see the shadow, in her mind there is only one thought that there is a real ghost here. There's a broom nearby, but are ghosts afraid of brooms? As far as I know, garlic is the most effective thing to keep the spirit from coming near me, so she needs a piece of garlic in her body, but the garlic is not in her body right now, it's in the fridge, and the ghost is in the kitchen, what do you get?

Xander is sleeping next to me, snoring slightly. I turned my gaze around in the darkest corner of my room. I felt like someone is hiding there. I could make up a frame and blinked several times to clear my vision. But the dark frame didn’t leave from my eyesight. I felt a little scared and asked Lulu to sense if there’s anyone. “Yes, there’s someone other than us,” she confirmed and I got edgy. I don’t want to wake up. Xander and took his hand from me. I never seen a ghost before. There were a lot of accounts that ghost and demons are real. But never one I see them.