Miramounts Ghost Novels & Stories

Alora “Well, I found that Mira had a small inheritance from her father who died when she was a teenager. She got access to the money when she turned 18, and she actually did a good job about saving and investing, so she had about two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, which she withdrew before she came here. She didn’t buy a car or a house or anything of the sort when she got here, so I have to wonder why the fuck did she withdrawl all of that money?” I saw Killian look thoughtful as he nodded.

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

I answered, and she looked at me, making her eyes smaller like scanning my face, and argued, "No. You have to help me! Haven't I explained enough to you that you are the only one who could notice me? I already begged you so many times. Just anything, Syd. You can have it. But... If you won't... I have something for you, instead." I let out a sigh, realizing that this ghost was so whiney and a bit dumb. What I mean is I don't want any payments in helping her. That won't be called helping if there was payment involved, right? Well, truth be told, seeing her alive and okay would be more than enough payment for me. But I wouldn't tell her that as she might think I'm weird. "What is it?" I told h

A few of his men were immediately by his side. “We’ll take him inside. The doctor is on his way.” Miriam nodded at the soldier before she burst into tears. “Esmerelda, lower the shield, please.” Ghost called from his position. Energy was harder to break apart than to build up, especially in wolf form. “Let me.” Miriam released the energy strip by strip until it dissipated. “Esmerelda, I’m sorry.” She spoke to me, her eyes welled with tears. “I didn’t know.”

A blank page is a choice. ​"I invited you here because of the 'Cloud-Watchers,'" Elena whispered, her tone turning serious. "They’ve found a way to bypass the Registry. They’re using a new form of encrypted 'Ghost-Credit' that doesn't require a physical stamp. It’s spreading through the colleges, Aara. They call it The Echo." ​

Tension thrummed, suspense in every shift of her weight; was this healing or torture? 'Tessa...' I growled low, hands fisting the blanket to keep from grabbing her. Mira's ghost flickered in my mind—her face twisted in that curse, haunting my dreams with whispers of betrayal. 'Mira... she comes to me at night. Screaming my name, pulling me back. I can't—' The words choked out, emotions crashing: regret for leaving her, fear this ritual would drag those ghosts into Tessa too.

But the ground was shifting beneath her feet, and the walls were beginning to crumble. “No,” she said, voice steady despite the pounding in her chest. “If we retreat now, the ghost wins. I’m going in.” Marco’s eyes narrowed. “It’s a trap. This place could collapse any second.” Riccardo looked at her, an unspoken agreement passing between them. “We cover you. Move.” Camilla sprinted forward, her boots pounding against the cracked concrete. The ghost’s tendrils — digital and spectral — snaked out from the servers, aiming to ensnare her, dragging her into a virtual abyss.

There was silence in the chamber. Finally, the Head Priestess moved, supporting Mira as they both stepped out of the pool. Mira was panting and shivering, and one of the priestesses draped a thick blanket over her. "Is it over?" Mira asked in a small broken voice. The Head Priestess nodded. "You're free, Princess." I found my voice at last. "What was that?" "A ghoul," she replied. "A dangerous spirit of the dead who was unsatisfied with her lot in life. She was trying to come back using Mira's body."

The festival grounds had emptied in chaos after the scream, but I remained, staring down at the body lying unnaturally still beneath the ornate lights and decorations. Alpha Miras. A visiting alpha from Rivershade pack. His throat had been slashed with surgical precision, one clean, fatal swipe. No scent, no sound, no trace of struggle. The work of a rogue, one from the Blood Moon faction if I had to guess. They were silent, calculated. They were called ghost in the night for that. I clenched my jaw, feeling my wolf pacing inside me. ‘It’s not Elvira’ Lynx muttered, for the first time in a while.