Misguided Ghosts Novels & Stories

I hate myself for considering that some part of me is relishing the prospect of igniting that board… even if it burns him up too. "What's in the coin?" I insist. A pause. "Truth," they answer brusquely. And they're off—gliding into the darkness so fast my eyes can't track the motion. I turn back to Pandora. "Can you track them?" "Already trying," she snarls, tapping at her comm. "But whoever they are? They are Ghosts.". I look back at Cassian. His lids are half-closed, yet his gaze remains fixed on me.

My 'disputed' abilities were all post-college employment, thank you very much. Did the ghosts possess me/tell me to do things? I was not possessed and, discounting sexual bondage and my current work venue, had never been possessed. From my limited exposure, ghosts wanted to not be alone in the afterlife – to be guided to a final resting place with others of their kind/family/friends. None had taught me languages, asked me to steal something, or kill anyone.

of Silas’s frequency flooded their minds. "NARRATIVE ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED INTERACTION," Isabella’s voice boomed from the sky, sounding like a digital shriek. "The Ghosts are... 'Modding' the script! They are using 'Bio-logical Context' to bypass the Admin filters!" Lyra felt a surge of pure, unadulterated hope. She realized that their "Weakness" was their greatest weapon. Because they had no physical density, they could move through the "Code" of the world in ways the living could not.

The urgency in the ghosts' expressions suggested a warning of imminent danger. As the nurses tightened their grip, pressing him back toward the bed, Christian's thoughts raced. He needed to understand the full message, to piece together what the ghosts were trying so desperately to convey. Despite his physical frailty, his mind clung to the fragments of their warning, a lifeline in the midst of his bewildering reality.

Ghosts can’t leave their graves without fear of not being able to get back. This was truly a matter of death or worse for them. Cassidy proposed a most interesting idea. The graves controlled the ghosts' presence through a spirit mark that would appear on each grave when they needed to be in it. Cassidy saw it a lot in the real world with forgotten spirits. The colour was different but she knew it was the same type of mark. All they had to do was to move the tombstones to one place and have the ghosts fight from there. Protecting their homes on the move while helping to take down Logan. Everything could be put back to their rightful place afterwards.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

For thousands of years, the Mystic arts had refused to acknowledge the existence of ghosts. Mystics believed that after death, people existed as souls or spirits. The Mystics also referred to souls and spirits as spirits. Furthermore, spirits lacked the ability to harm the living and would fade over time. What piqued Chad's interest was why those things were gathered outside Matilda's ward. "Miss, breakfast is here! Oh, Mr. Jennings, you've woken up. That's excellent!" Weldon returned with breakfast, grinning foolishly as he walked toward them.