Omori Mari Ghost Novels & Stories

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Even though we weren’t blood related he was just as fucked up as the rest of us, and using his magic to watch me play with Anastasia was the least of what he was capable of. It wouldn’t be the first time he popped in on one of us during a one-night stand, or when we’re unlucky enough to be jerking off. Marjorie hated that shit. She’d try and blast him with her magic, but Ghost would always pop out of existence as he laughed in her face. I never really gave a fuck. It didn’t affect me in the slightest, so why should I care? Even the thought of him seeing Marjorie hadn’t mattered. Now the thought of him seeing my wife …

Rori tried to explain and when she heard the sound of light female laughter, she relaxed her body a little, but kept her eyes squeezed shut. Again Rori heard the disembodied voices, followed by the fresh voice. “What happened to the fruit? Do you not like it?” Rori slowly crawled her way out from under the bed as she opened her eyes. “Oh no I love fruit I didn't do-” as soon as Rori could focus her vision she was in absolute shock, standing next to the ghostly house staff was a beautiful young woman with caramel brown skin, her eyes were day glow orange and her hair was short and sticking out like it were full of electricity, the color was such a vibrant orange it looked like her head was in

Martina's POV While I was heading ahead, Xavier and Loren were fighting with the ghosts. I can't possibly watch this. I held the reins of the horse between my teeth and pulled out my black Reaper sword. " What are you doing Martina? You should head towards the destination!" As expected from my caring husband. He probably didn't want me to get involved and is scared that I will get hurt. But let me show you Loren how strong your wife actually is. I swung the blades sideways and galloped towards the herds of ghosts. They were disgusting and smelly. The bodies of dead beings are resurrected by someone and made into a dead army.

Edith Anima, Edith Mortem, and Daniella followed soon after, and the portal closed. Tears left Maria’s eyes, and she jumped from the ground, wrapping her arms around Derren tightly. “Heyyy, I was only gone for a few hours, and you already miss me so much? Talk about clingy,” Derren asked, wrapping his arms around her. “Clingy? You went off to fight a war with flesh-eating, energy-draining monsters. I was worried to death about you; the next time you go on a war like this again, I'm coming with you no matter what you say,” Maria yelled, tears pouring from her eyes.

"You're not see through. Are we able to hit him?" He ignite a flame at his sleeve which easily caught on fire and the ghost is shrieking and waving his arm around before putting it off. "Yup, we can hit him." Kurai said then showed the cover picture with a disapproving shake. "By the way, did you seriously perv on her when you saw this pic? That's my mom, you perv." "Boys, we're on the same side." The ghost said. With each step back, it's another step forward for them. The male ghost started running and he is surprisingly a fast runner but the duo are not impressed as they are able to catch up to him.

Mark's voice shook with rage. "She's been possessed by a Vixen. Not just any vixen though.." "Iñari Okami." I whispered in dread. "Yes! Her body still remains, but her mind has been sabotaged by the crafty deity. She realized I was onto her." Elder Moriah paused to cough out some more blood.

At the sight of me, she froze asif she had seen a ghost. There was no mistaking it. This was Maria. How is she here? And why does she look so disorganized?

“Who does that in this century? He isn’t some Romeo and we aren’t in a Shakespearian play. We should have called the cops.” We should be calling the cops now. This reminds me of the time when Aloisia sent an undead as a gift to me. I am sure that Marie isn’t exactly dead, but there is something off about her. Undeads have grey skin and rotting teeth. Marie’s teeth are fine and her skin looks parched but it’s not grey. She does need a moisturiser. Should I recommend one? Who gets out of the house without moisturising her skin? Does she apply --

“I do.” Morozko was transfixed. He watched Ivan walk out of the tent to meet the ghost of his stolen queen, Maria Morevna, whose likeness Morozko had only ever seen in the fairytale books Snegurochka had read to him when he was young and he had read to Anya in turn. Maria was translucent like a vila, but where a vila was full of vim and vigor, Maria was a wisp of a thing, with a ghostly blue kokoshnik and pale hands. A sword rested at her side.