Miramounts Ghost Novels & Stories

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

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.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

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?”

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---

Far beneath the Dustborn capital, in a room no longer shaped like Earth, a mirror split into seven shards. Each shard whispered the same name: “Seren.” Sirelia rose from her throne. And watched as the obsidian beneath her feet cracked. Because the Ghost Feast wasn’t a farewell. It was a summoning. And now, Not even the dead could hide.

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.