Mae Nak Ghost Novels & Stories

Even William didn’t have such a ghost servant! “This… This is a female ghost under you?” Susan asked Alex, her eyes training Maiko cautiously. “You can say so,” Alex replied. “A ghost general?” asked Susan. “You can even see her strength?” “It’ll be better if you put her away quickly. Freya Mayer from the Exorcist Dragons has arrived, and she’s quite sensitive to ghosts and spiritual bodies. She also gets very disgusted with those who have ghosts under their control. If Freya were to see Maiko, she’d definitely go after her,” Susan said. “Having a ghost under you is not the right way, and you can get into trouble before you know it. Heed my advice, and let her cross over!”

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

Kate never would’ve expected such a twist in her parents’ love story. Personally, even at her young age, she’s already gravitating towards the view that most things in the world should be explainable by science. She hadn’t really believed in faeries till her ma told her about Mathias. In short, seeing is believing. Ghosts are a different matter though because she doesn’t want any ghost to appear in front of her just to prove it exists. She’d die if she ever saw one.

Mya was about, exiting the house when their mother noticed her from the kitchen as she approached the hall. "Mya?" She howled with a nervous gaze as she sped to her. Laura jerked up with happy eyes and smiling mouth on seeing their mother. "I'm so glad you're here, mum" She cried as she inched forward, towards Audrey who just walked through her like the air she was. She scoffed. " Why do I always forget, i'm just a ghost who can't be seen" She wined but instinctively shrugged it off as she paced after her mother.

“Or have you been eavesdropping this whole time?” Kiera looked Maisa up and down, her lips curling into a smirk. “She looks like a ghost.” Maisa looked at them. No screaming. No anger. Only a dry, hollow emptiness gnawing at her from the inside. Kiera was right—Maisa truly did look like a ghost. A woman lingering in their lives, haunting them, refusing to let go. “Thank you.” Maisa whispered. Her voice was as light as a passing breeze, yet it carried the crushing weight of something utterly broken. “Thank you for finally tearing off your masks.”

Celeste giggled. “Hush, you.” I scolded her, before turning back to Maeve. “I gotta be honest with you though, I’ve got no idea how to do this.” I said sheepishly. “Don’t worry, me either!” She shrugged as she held up her own hammer, making me laugh as she inspected it like it was some kind of foreign object. “We’re smart independent women, Maia. We can work it out.” Her voice held nothing but pure determination, as if she was going to battle, making the whole thing even more comical as she started hitting random nails in the floor with her hammer.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

“God, you don’t deserve to be here. But I can’t help you, Mom. I can’t even help myself.” She stared at me like I had just spoken another language ... Then she stood up and began pacing, her hands flying to her head. “That’s impossible. What happened to everything you got from Echo?” “Everything is still there,” I said, voice cracking. “But I can’t access any of it. The house is haunted, Mom. There’s a ghost in that house. I can’t stay there.” She let out a short... humorless laugh. “Ghost? Come on, Laura, don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing.”

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

I blew few breathes to calm my rapid breathing. I answered the call. "Babe," [Where are you?] I gulped. "I'm...I'm at..." I paused; there's a cat running, playing alone. "I have a gift for you," [Gift? What for?"] I smiled. "You'll love it. It is just like you," This girl has magic; she immediately calmed my nerves. I felt recharged. Her voice makes me relax. [Like me? I don't get it, Raven.]