Mae Nak Ghost Novels & Stories

Impatiently, one of them spoke up, "When are we going to make our move? I'm eager to get rid of Ghost." Noah was intrigued and asked, "Who is Ghost?" With a serious expression, Marcus responded, "He's a man, and I must say, he's responsible for creating a dangerous replica of you. It seems he's from your bloodline, which is quite shameful." Noah nodded, looking more confused than ever. Annoyed, Marcus clarified, "I mean your father."

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.

My fist pummeled into hardened balls and my jaws tightened. Taking a moment to collect myself, I pondered on everything I had gotten so far. The Ghost apparently is someone close to me, my aunt's husband-an aunt whom I never even knew existed up until two months ago. Launching various attacks on my men and factories in Russia, he is out for revenge, and he won't stop until he gets his bloody revenge. A slow knock punctured the stillness of my room. A maid timidly walked in, bowing her head slightly.

Maya turned to Aiden. “You alright?” Aiden blinked as if waking from a trance. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “We’re good. I told you earlier, we're just talking.” Maya studied them for a second longer, then let out a breath and nodded. “Okay. Cool. You two are weirdly intense sometimes.” Lena gave her a tight smile. “We’ll be fine.” Maya held up the flashlight and smirked. “If I don’t return this, assume the ghost in the east wing got me. Or I tripped over my own feet.”

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

Meagan said sarcastically, her arms crossed against her chest. “It’s only dressed as a haunted house at Halloween,” Christian clarified. “Oh, good,” Meagan sighed. “But it’s one of the most haunted places in the world,” he continued. “Oh, crap,” Meagan said, returning to her former disposition. “You hunt Vampire’s for a living, Meag,” Aurora reminded her. “How can you possibly be scared of ghosts?” “That’s different. I’m not a Ghost Hunter!” “No, but if you were you’d have a heck of a show on A&E,” Elliott chimed in.

I said nervously with a little smile. -"Thank you but I'm not hungry." She smiled back, this is the weirdest conversation that I ever had with her. -"Well please eat not those burned ones but those which is Nana is making now." I tried to joke and giggled a little bit, but she didn't say anything to me just turned away. And her back faced with me. She was a ghost of Maia. The same ghost that I saw at myself when I pushed away Maia. -"Everything will be ok Maia I promise that to you." I closed my bedroom doors. My hand brushed my blue, beautiful hair. 'What the fuck just happened to me?

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

“A past love?” I don’t answer. I don’t need to. Her expression turns knowing, but she doesn’t press. Instead, she tilts her glass toward me. “For what it’s worth, ghosts only have as much power as you give them.” I meet her gaze. She says it easily, casually, but something about it settles deeper than I expect. I clink my glass against hers. “Duly noted.” Maya grins. “Good. Now, tell me something fun about you.”

It was Mia, her face serene but her eyes filled with a sorrow that Hana could feel deep within her chest. "Mia, is that you?" Hana's voice trembled with emotion as she took a step closer to the ghostly figure. Mia nodded slowly, her expression a mixture of sadness and urgency. "Yes, Hana. It’s me." Hana’s heart tightened in her chest, guilt crashing over her like a tidal wave. She had been the reason Mia was gone. The wolfsbane had been her doing, even if it hadn’t been intentional. The weight of her actions had been crushing her ever since, and seeing Mia now only made it worse.