Miramounts Ghost Novels & Stories

he says and kisses her. “ I have never been that gentle girl, Everyone even says I talk a lot even my grandma, she knows I say whatever I see” Evelyn says. “ Grandma? You don't have a grandma, I remember you said she died few years back” he says and Evelyn spirits enters back into her body and Marilyn could feel something enters into her and Evelyn began took over Marilyn’s body and she had this cold aura again and even Manuel could feel her cold aura. She wasn’t talking anymore, she just sit quietly.

Moving cautiously up the staircase, he intended to slip into his room unnoticed. However, his stealthy approach was abruptly interrupted by Scarlet's voice. "Finally, Asher Gray decides to grace us with his presence." Startled, Asher took a deep breath and managed a smile. "Oh, Mom! It's you. I am sorry, I was really busy today."

Her face instantly turned deathly pale. "W-Wait a minute!" Patrick's eyes widened, and he urgently stepped toward Lily. "Lily, do you know something?" Lily averted her gaze, hesitating for a long moment before stammering, "Um... On the day of Madam Winnie's surgery, I overheard Miss Owens and the doctor talking. She told them not to stitch the wound and promised to pay the doctor ten million for his silence, saying it was under your orders. I always thought this was your instruction, but now that I think about it, maybe..."

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

Well, it wasn't like she was asking any in return for every help she gave to her acquaintances. Mira walked into a diner in the town and felt the presence of someone she had been expecting. It wasn't easy for her to track the person she had been looking for. After all, the person was considered to be a ghost. There was no record of the person's existence. In the diner, there was only a man sitting at the far end table. Mira walked towards the table next to the man, making sure her back was facing him. "General Sylas, isn't it?" Mira said, looking out of the window.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Just silence. Her name is Mira, and she’s been sent to clean the old mansion once a week. Though no one she works with has ever stayed past the first visit. There are whispers, of course. Of the reclusive billionaire who owns the estate. Of what happened to his fiancée years ago. Of why he never shows his face in public. But Mira doesn’t believe in ghosts. Only in debts. And this job pays triple. Inside, the air is cold and heavy. The floors groan beneath her boots. Each portrait along the corridor seems to follow her with shadowed eyes. She pauses at the grand staircase, setting down her cleaning kit, brushing her fingers along the old banister.

Bathory continued watching with narrowed eyes. "The ghost in my coin relayed to me something so funny," he said. "Somebody tried to scam my Baby with her future awards with just information and then when the negotiation almost fell, she threatened her with death." "Oh. I see. It means that coin housed a ghost-type system user. Which old foggy is it?" The man angrily laughed. Mysteriously, although the opposing party was a genuine old legend, she was not able to counter the sudden drop in the room's temperature. She heard him barking out,

On the chest of the third soldier, burned deep into the armor, was a number. XIII. Thirteen. Her stomach dropped. “Grey…” He saw it too. “That’s not just a symbol,” he said. “No,” Mira whispered. “It’s designation. Thirteen… like me.” Grey met her eyes. “They’re not just hunting you,” he said. “They made you.” End of Chapter Seven …………………. The mark "XIII" links Mira to the Ghost Howlers in ways she never imagined. Could her bloodline be more than a myth, could it be manufactured? And what will the war seer reveal about her creation?

Her team surrounded her—Rachel with her arms folded tightly, Dario pacing, Camellia freshly landed and holding a mirrored drive with white-knuckled grip. Mira, the lead systems engineer, stepped forward. “We either upload this now, or not at all. Once we start, there’s no pausing.” Sophie nodded. “Begin protocol: MirrorGhost Override.” Camellia slid the drive into the terminal. “Godspeed.” In a candlelit room inside an abandoned wine cellar just outside Berlin, Davenport smiled as he watched Phoenix’s public dashboard flicker. He’d seen the patch signal. He expected it. “They think they’ve out-coded me,” he murmured, sipping from a chipped teacup. “But they don’t know Echo53 doesn’t just kil