Miramounts Ghost Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Vanessa Whispered. Brian Matthews couldn't believe the nerve of the lady that just ran off. He had no fucking idea who she was but he was sure as hell that She was going to face the consequences of her actions. Still in shock and still very angry, Brian ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't believe a low life maid saw him naked. A glorious body that the whole world would die for, to see.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

“Candice, you do not have the right to reject my request. You are only a secretary.” Candice’s body shook a little. She bit the bottom of her lip and said softly, “I have a way to deal with Mr. Matthias’ issue. As long as you are willing to let me try once more.” If Candice could secure the collaboration with Blue Artifact, she would not only gain a monetary reward, she would also gain connections. She had no desire to give it up. Alex laughed coldly and looked at Candice. “Do you still have the energy to deal with Blue Artifact's matters?”

She was dressed in a sleek, high-collared ensemble, her short platinum hair a sharp contrast to the dark surroundings. She smiled. “Fiona Woods. Darwin Solomon. You’ve made quite the mess.” Fiona’s breath caught. “Morrigan.” Morrigan gestured for them to sit. “I was hoping you’d accept my invitation.” Darwin didn’t move. “We don’t make deals with ghosts.” “Oh, but you do,” Morrigan countered smoothly. “You’ve been dealing with ghosts from the start—Lucian, William, even Bella. The only difference is, I don’t pretend to be something I’m not.”

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

“Try? I don’t have a single penny left!” I shrugged. “There’s always a way. Even though Zoe and I aren't friends anymore, I still think you’ve got potential.” I nudged him into buying a ticket for two dollars. I bought one too, then secretly swapped tickets with him. He won and got 30,000 dollars. I pretended to be surprised. “Oh goodness! How lucky! You’re about to hit a streak. Trust me, this is just the start of your big luck.” He went home happily, and he even found two gold bars lying around on the way back! This time, he walked through the door tall and proud.

“I don’t know who she is, and I don’t know what she wants from me.” Mira studied me for a long moment, then finally sighed. “There’s only one way to find out.” A pit formed in my stomach. “Which is?” Mira turned, walking deeper into her cabin. “A memory unlocking ritual.” Luca stiffened. “Mira—” “It’s the only way,” she interrupted, grabbing a bundle of herbs from a wooden shelf. “Something is buried inside her, Luca. Something this spirit believes she should remember. If we don’t unlock it soon, the visions will get worse.”

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.