Miramounts Ghost Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I want all of your attention. Aria stared at her phone, still smelling like tequila and lime. Her body reacted instantly, a warm pulse between her legs at the sight of his name. Aria: I actually have plans tonight. Ghost: Cancel them. She laughed under her breath, half-amused, half-nervous. The audacity. Aria: It doesn’t work like that. Ghost has tipped $20,000. The notification made her sit down on her bed hard. Twenty thousand dollars. Just like that.

"That's what she meant. The glass." --- The next morning, Ghost burst into the room wearing a neon-green hoodie and holding a croissant like it was a trophy. "I decrypted the board ledger," he said around a mouthful. "You were right. They're siphoning funds into a ghost company called MirrorGate Holdings. Guess where it's headquartered?" "Let me guess," Bella said. "The condemned sub-basement." "Bingo." Elodie leaned over the map. "It's not just a storage level. It's a full research wing. LV tech, but unregistered. And someone's still using it."

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.

“Let me re-introduce myself properly. I’m Kira Summers. The little sister you and your parents pushed off that building like yesterday’s trash. Remember? You watched me fall. You smiled. Thought it was over.” I squeezed just enough to make her gag. “Newsflash, bitch… I came back. My ghost crawled right into this body and now I’m here to haunt your sorry ass until you wish you’d never been born.” Miranda clawed at my wrist, nails scraping uselessly. “L-lying!” she choked out. “You’re nobody! You’re just some delusional worthless piece of shit! You can’t scare me!” “Oh?” I grinned wider, showing every tooth. “I can’t scare you?” With my free hand I slapped her…hard…across the cheek.

Unreal. Because it wasn’t real. And waiting on the central platform stood the Phantom Mira. She wore the same face. Same build. But her eyes were cold fire. Her voice echoed with layered distortion. “You came.” Mira stepped forward. “This ends now.” The phantom tilted her head. “I agree.” With a snap of her fingers, the sky shattered. And Mira fell. She landed in the corrupted archive—the twisted remains of the old system’s memory core. Data fragments floated around like ash. Mira rose slowly, heart pounding.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

The air was so thick with tension that Serena squinted her eyes, opening her mouth to respond, but then another voice pierced the atmosphere. “It is true, you know, Serena,” Mira said with a venemous voice. Mira crept out from the shadows with a playful smile. She wasn't a stranger here — one of the people Serena had always trusted in the pack, and with good reason. Mira was now no longer a ghost — she was a deadlier ghost. “What are you doing here?” she had looked at Lucian and Elias, who had both gone stiff, when she had said it — Serena’s voice had been so sharp there had been no mistaking it.

“Not really. But she believes that. Part of her psych conditioning. Conviction sells the lie better than programming.” The copy stepped closer. But there was something… wrong. Her eyes flickered slightly. She glanced at me. Paused. Then looked back at Mia. “Do you feel it?” the copy asked softly. Mia said nothing. “We’re the same.” “We’re not,” Mia replied. “I earned my memories.” “And I never lost mine.” Mia’s jaw tightened. “You’re a ghost,” she said. “A reflection. And I’m done chasing shadows.” Then, in one fluid motion, Mia drew the pulse-dagger from beneath her coat and slammed the hilt into the glass.

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.