Mythic Ghost Novels & Stories

“The question is if it really matters.” I joined Brett’s surprise at her words. She smiled. “There’s a lot of debate around what ghosts actually are. Are they what’s left of a person’s energy or are they actual souls? If they’re souls, it makes sense to hurry to help them move on. But I’m inclined to agree with my mentor’s theory, that they’re the remaining of people’s egos, not their soul.” “You lost me,” I said.

S-tier Malevolent Phantoms are terrifying. In response, Felix's mouth curled into a smile. "Yes, S-tier Malevolent Phantoms are indeed terrifying. But you also don't understand how terrifying those people were back in the Bronze Age."

A nightmare to the rest. Maybe it was time the rest of them knew, too. “You should be,” I said, stepping through the crowd until I stood right in front of him. He smirked. “Give me one reason to be scared of you.” “Ever heard of The Ghost?” His expression flickered. “Yeah. She’s a myth. What about her?” “You have her standing in front of you.” Confusion scrunched up his forehead. “Huh? Where’s your tattoo then?” God. Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face.

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

Whatever lies on the other side of that opening is worse than anything we have seen. Theo lifts his head slowly, as if he can sense us watching. His mouth curves into a smile. “The war is not over,” I say aloud, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. It is only beginning. This time, we know what we are fighting. Immortal beings who do not fear death. Creatures who will not stop until wolves are either perfected or erased. And somewhere in Alaska, a clock has started ticking. If Theo’s gateway opens, the world we know may not survive what comes through it.

But alas, they have died out a victim of their own powers, every species hunting them down, to gain the powers in their blood in The hope they too would be able to become lords of creation. What he spoke he in his heart he thought everything he said was the truth but if it was I had a Phoenix in my room last night and I kissed him. I know I didn’t dream it. Truly what is going on. “We need to see Leonids and Lindy, where are they?” I say quickly desperate to get some answers, why did no-one know of Idris, he had mentioned he didn’t want anyone to see him at dinner last night, is that why, because for more years then I can count everyone thought they were extinct.

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.