Mythical Ghost Novels & Stories

And then his expression shifted to something more like fear. “What if… what if she's the Ghost Wolf?” He sprang up, his eyes wide. “She literally has the power to break your curse or— kill you.” His voice turned lower at the last part. I chuckled darkly, leaning back into my seat. “Legendary Ghost Wolf? I fear she's dead.” He swallowed, brows knotted. “Dead? We don’t even know if one has been born.” I smiled, taking my legs off the desk before standing. “The Ghost Wolf is dead, Zane, and we're never getting another Ghost Wolf until another abominable demigod or goddess is born, which might be in centuries. You know how it works.”

"But they don't protect against the ghosts of the pact. Ligeia didn't send sirens. She sent the Shadows of the fallen Scribes." A pale, translucent figure drifted through the wooden door as if it weren't there. It looked like a woman, but her eyes were hollow pits of ink, and her fingers were long, skeletal quills. "The Ancestors," I whispered, my heart freezing. "They think I’m a traitor for being with you." The ghost let out a silent, soul-piercing scream. Around us, the walls of the cabin began to weep black ink, the liquid pooling on the floor and rising like snakes.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

Or I might just be hallucinating in fear. "Erm...errr....I, I just don't want to become a virgin ghost, that's all. Do you know how vengeful virgin ghosts are? They are like super scary and stuff and they can't stand lovers because they themselves died before doing the deed, you know. I just don't want to be as pitiful as them, not that I pity them or something like that. It's just super sad and I don't want to end up like them." Oh God I was babbling. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!

How would it be so daring as to go to that dangerous place? The Nine Heavenly Mystical Maidens answered, "No nonsense, run, or be surrounded." Her divine thought was obviously the strongest among the others. Well, it was inaccurate to describe it as a few people, but one person, one pig and one ghost. Even if the Nine Heavenly Mystical Maidens used the Chaos Tree’s leaves and Chaos Beads to make a body temporarily, that was still the same existence as a ghost. "But, but, that's the Endless Sea!" "Run!"

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

For the night is dark and full of terrors," Sryrn and her queen's men replie d. Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dying.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

for he materialized like a specter from the depths of the darkest recesses and then vanished without a trace, leaving only a chilling sense of his presence behind. Legend had it that the origins of this enigmatic being were lost to time, buried beneath layers of myth and secrecy. Some believed he was an immortal, cursed to wander the realms for eternity, while others insisted he was the embodiment of an ancient deity seeking to reclaim his dominion over the mortal world. No one dared to confront him directly, fearing the wrath of his unfathomable powers.