Pokemon Psychic Ghost Novels & Stories

“And listen carefully, Puc if anyone survived… they won’t be sane.” Puc signaled the Ghosts to tighten formation. The air shifted. Not wind. Not magic. Something else. A whispering vibration crawled across the sand. Ghost Two froze. “Sir… something’s moving under the ground.” Puc’s visor flashed with new heat signatures, weak, flickering, erratic. Then, a hand burst out of the ground with a clawing lurch. A Dawlya survivor. Barely alive. Eyes glowing white with uncontrolled magic, veins pulsing like molten wire.

The ghost spoke. The sound was a freezing whisper. It entered my mind. “He will destroy you too.” The warning was absolute. The spectral figure surged toward us. Rian reacted instantly. He was still weak. He was terrified. The psychic attack had shattered his control. He pulled me tight against his chest. He rolled us behind the rusted metal drums. He pressed his face into my hair. "Keep your eyes closed," Rian commanded. His voice was a raw growl of animal panic. "Do not look at her. Do not engage."

“Well, Alpha. It’s a rare talent that hasn’t been seen in centuries. I found it by accident once when I went down the rabbit hole of possible talents the royal wolves could have. Ghost is a double talent, where most of the royal wolves only have one singular talent. Ghost is both an offensive and defensive talent. The offensive is this; ghost fire. She burned him alive with a ghost flame. His entire body is covered in third degree burns, he succumbed by the sheer damage it did to his body; his wolf would never have been able to save him. Look, it warped the wood on the stage, shrunk and singed his clothes and even ruined his leather shoes from the intense heat.” There was a long mome

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

The crabs squeaked in pain, and the rest murmured angrily at Delton's rudeness. "What madness is this? Stop hurting my son!" Chief Pischer yelled at Delton. Delton glanced and smirked. "Are you sure this is your son?" He let go of Pischero, and the crab turned into ash. Then, a black vapour moved out of his body, swirling in the air. The rest of the crabs gasped and distanced themselves from the black vapour. "How do you explain this to me?" Delton asked Chief Pischer, who was flabbergasted.

Good grief, as if we didn't get enough bloodsuckers living among humans, and now we had another freaky one. Psychic Vampires are sometimes referred to as 'Soul-Sucker' or "Succubus". They possess great mental abilities and even mastered the art of dark magic or the psychic phenomena. They used their supernatural abilities to draw the life force from other living beings, especially humans. These vampires seek out victims whom they could interact with in order to create strong relationships. Some might attack by force or when the victims sleep or during sex. Usually, the feeding causes the victims tired, drained out of energy and memory impaired. It could result in great mental damages as a co

in the evening when Angela and her daughter returned, they found the whole family seated at the living room waiting for them. They looked at them eagerly, it was scary to them, strings of thoughts ran through their mind, where have we gone wrong? What have we done? Angela breathed out loud, her heart beat faster, it could barely be heard by someone next to her, she folded her hands in fear tried to get words out of her mouth, but couldn’t, she had never been that scared in her life before. She was not ready to lose the battle yet, she was willing to do anything just so she could stay and make them pay for her misery.

But we didn't hear her say that hehe. Natpok startled. He was horrified as he watched the skeleton ghost warriors eat the souls of his disciples. "Retreat! Retreat!" Natpok shouted at the top of his lungs. Natpok turned his back on the fight. He knew he could do nothing against the skeleton ghost warriors, who were intangible. Unexpectedly, a Skeleton ghost warrior who went astray with a more stupid face than the others, suddenly appeared in front of him. They stared at each other face to face, he could no longer move due to the shock that stopped his breathing. Natpok didn't notice that the stupid-looking skeleton ghost had touched him, he immediately fainted due to the separation of his so

" 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.