Mythical Ghost Novels & Stories

" At the moment when the crowd's expressions were all different, and their gazes were all filled with astonishment, a figure suddenly appeared. It was a middle-aged ghost in a dark green robe. His hair was green, and he looked cold and murderous. He was like a sheathed sharp sword and a hibernating wild beast, and his momentum was so oppressive that people couldn't look straight at him. As soon as he appeared, even the air seemed to freeze, and a gust of terrifying might naturally emanated from his body. This ghost was one of the Ten Ghost Kings, the lord of Qing Ming City, Qing Ming.

"It must have been an extremely painstaking effort to create them, even for just a mere replica." The Russian seemed to be slightly interested. Javier was less intrigued. He stood, arms crossed with a stern demeanour. Dave stopped at the last sculpture and examined it closely. Some were animal statues of lions, foxes, and the three demons, Krahang, a male ghost that flies in the night. Krasue, a woman's head with her viscera hanging down from the neck. Mae Nak is a female ghost who died in childbirth and can extend her arms. Phi Am, is a spirit that sits on a person's chest during the night. He traced the stonework with his finger, still amazed by what the ancients could do.

"A tribe among the kingdom had always been the warriors of the kingdom and had always fought and conquered so they were named the spirits of victory. "A tribe among them too went back to cemeteries and dwelled among dead bodies and made legion with the roaming dead spirits of mortals, they were all named ghosts. "The last tribe didn't have a name and didn't have an abode. After the king of the dark left, he went in with his wife and she took in. At the same time, Goddess Amphitrite took in and God Poseidon's wife also took in. "A prophecy had it that an earthly woman took in too at that same time. Four great women were all pregnant at the same time.

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.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page. "Is this what it looked like?" He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. '' Said Robert.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---

The word fell heavy. “You cannot keep it,” the ghost continued. “Not with what you are becoming, not with the Void listening.” Lyra’s shoulders shook. “She stays,” I said. “We leave together.” The ghost shook her head. “Only one of those things is possible.” I felt Lyra’s panic surge through the bond, sharp and suffocating. “She’s my mate,” I snarled. “My Queen.” “And my daughter,” the ghost replied softly. “Before she was anything else.”