Mythical Ghost Novels & Stories

She said, "Alright. I know I can't help, but if there's any news, please tell me as soon as possible." Sebastian nodded, and Whitney turned to return to her room. After she had gone, Sebastian turned to Lyanna and asked, "What were you talking about? Corpse-devouring ghosts?" Lyanna nodded heavily and said, "Corpse-devouring ghosts are a kind of revenant. They aren't hard to subdue for experts in yellow paper charms." Sebastian thought for a long time. He suddenly remembered a passage recorded in the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. There was a kind of spiritual being that only ate human hearts. These spiritual beings weren't corpse-devouring ghosts. They were called cave sprites.

Ghost gave a low laugh. "What I believe is that you, when you awaken your spiritual sides, will be a hybrid. Someone who has more than one spiritual side and from different races." Ghost turned towards me. "Throughout the history of this plane, there have been some very exceptional people who were like that. These beings were considered Semi-Gods... Examples are Hercules, Achilles, Odysseus, and many others." I bowed my head, that's a lot for someone who was only a slave a short time ago... No matter how much I've evolved, how can I be someone with so much power?

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm

I watched in awe as the figure spoke, its voice echoing through the night. "Two more hearts! Two more hearts and my vengeance is complete," the ghostly figure proclaimed, its words chilling my bones. The urgency in its tone sent a shiver down my spine as if a dire warning was being conveyed. "It's almost too late," the figure continued, its voice filled with a sense of impending doom. "The days of the shapeshifters are here, and the blood moon approaches. Destiny will draw you to this point in the coming days." Before I could utter a word, the ghostly figure dissipated into thin air, leaving me standing there, consumed by a mix of confusion and anxiety. The weight of its message hung heavily

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

Even though the books the two of them were holding did not match the alphabetical order on the shelf. Ria rolled her eyes and laughed inwardly. Correct. There must be a lot of ghosts in this library. Ghost that looked like a Loren… ** In the afternoon, Ria had returned home. Now she was calmer because she had got some references about what she was looking for. Based on the research she had done in books and the internet, Ria drew a conclusion. Ghost is the energy from the memory that left behind. This is supported by the fact that she dreamed about that figure when he was still alive and living in this house.

“We need to figure out who it is. Fast.” Ayesha agreed. But first— “We need to know everything about the Ghost.” Azrael hesitated. Ayesha narrowed her eyes. “You owe us that much.” He sighed. “Alright. But you’re not going to like it.” They gathered around as he began to speak. And what he told them changed everything. The Ghost’s True Face “The Ghost isn’t one person,” Azrael said. “It’s a system. A network built on secrets, controlled by one entity—but protected by many.”

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.