Misguided Ghosts Novels & Stories

He wasn’t summoning beasts. He was dragging the in-between into the now. Cracks tore open in the sky. The air turned sharp, cold, wrong. Ghosts spilled through the veil—wolves, twisted and lost, turned half-mad by unfinished lives. Not just spirits. These were memories that had forgotten they’d died. They surged toward me. I roared, driving my dagger into the ground. A ring of light exploded outward. The ghosts wailed, some vanishing instantly, others dragged back into their graves by unseen hands.

Ver quietly watched from the sides. 'If this still doesn't work. It means something else is going on,' thought Paul who disregarded the unnerving cries and wails he began hearing. In his mind, he thought it must be something system-related, or a pinnacle illusion from a level 7 ghost half-host. It was regretful but beings like ghosts only knew how to do harm and not to dispel. No outside aid would be able to help her. She must battle it on her. In the end, Misty did not rouse from her sleep. And Ver became very hostile to Agatha.

I screamed, voice breaking. "Even if I die, I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you! You'll die a horrible death!" Celeste clapped her hands with a smirk. "What a husband I have. So bold, even at the end. Then, go on... Die like a man." Just as the sand reached my chin, engines roared in the distance. Dozens of off-road vehicles surrounded us, lights cutting through the dust. Celeste froze, her voice trembling as she looked toward the woman stepping out of the lead car.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

[CAYDEN] My head is fucking spinning. And not the good kind. Is there even a good kind of spin? I woke up crying. I dreamt about my mom, although I couldn't even remember what it was about. Is it possible to miss someone you've never even met?

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Gianna's voice trembled. "By the time I got there, it was too late. The doctor declared her dead. Blood had trickled from her mouth, and her organs were corroded by the poison. But her expression was so peaceful, as if… as if she were finally free." Ausilia sank into a chair. Her face was as pale as paper. The folder slipped from Mattia's hands, and the papers scattered across the floor. Enrico froze in place, paralyzed.

I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers. I couldn't afford to fall down the steps. If I did, I would have to climb all the way back up again. Finnegan didn't even bat an eye. He just glared at me coldly, giving me a look, as if chiding me for trying to act pitiful with him to gain his sympathy. Tears streamed down my face. I admitted defeat and started climbing back up again. "I was wrong… I was wrong…" The sound of the gong was loud and crisp at the top of the mountain. The chapel yard was quiet, and the multiple statues there finally peeked out at me without revealing themselves completely.

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.