Power Book Of Ghosts Novels & Stories

I checked my phone and saw a text message from the electricity utility company. The electricity bill for this month was three thousand eight hundred dollars. I stared at that number for a full minute. Three thousand eight hundred dollars?! I lived alone. How could my electricity usage possibly be so high?! I suddenly remembered something. The faucet turned on by itself. The television switched on in the middle of the night. Meals appeared like clockwork every single day! Since when did paranormal activities run up the electric bill? Pure rage shot through me. I leaped out of bed, snatched my phone, and screamed into the empty room, “Nathaniel Simmons! Get out of here right now!

Blood will flow, and bodies will multiply. But I wasn't going to let that happen. With blood and flesh, I'll protect the club. Someone is trying to take power and control. It could be someone from the inside, or someone from the outside, I honestly don't know. But I, Ghost, will find them in the shadows where they l urk around, then tear them to pieces for daring to attempt such a thing. Mark my words, assholes in the shadows. I'll hunt you down like a wolf does on the night of the full moon.

Charlotte was talking in a rush as if she was afraid that she wouldn’t get to say everything she wanted to. “Ghost?” Ember asked in confusion. “Oh right, sorry, I remember no one knew what your power was before – well, Ghost is basically what you did to Balor; ghost flames. You burned him alive, but the flames are such a pure white that it’s almost invisible, so it’s called ghost flames. Also, your power has a defensive part on top of the offensive power, which is what makes this power so amazing, since it’s the only one known to be two powers in one. The defensive part of your power is simply called ghost, which means you can hide your presence when you need, to such an extent when full

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

A golden aura suddenly surrounded him as he used his entire power spread around the room and he finally saw all the spirits and exorcised them, using his powers. He then started to search around the room aggressively before he finally found the books, the books all on necromancy. Forbidden books that are nowhere to be found around the world. While Aaron sighed and got up from his seat as well and started to walk out of the office.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

They believe the opera house is haunted and are easily freaked out. I can always sense sulfur, and I’ve found some traces of ectoplasm. There is at least one spirit that constantly roams the opera house, and I assume it’s what the students have labeled the Phantom. I haven’t been able to spot the damn spirit, but others have. It’s almost as if the spirit is avoiding me, which I’m not sure is possible. In all my training with Dad, not once did we come across a spirit that could avoid us on purpose. Dad never even mentioned that being possible and he spent years meticulously training me.

“Boss, everything is ready.” Ivan nodded, and the group began to move away. Jennifer saw such a scene for the first time, black cars like powerful night leopards moving in rows, armed with top-notch guns and ammunition. So this is the power and power of the underworld? Jennifer looked around excitedly, she felt very proud to follow Ivan. “This car is nice.” Will smiled, he was in the driver's seat, beside Kate. The back seats are Ivan and Jennifer. “Not only is it beautiful, but it is also bulletproof.”

He frowns at me. “Did you not have a childhood spent reading ghost hunting manuals?” I growl, frustrated. He grins at me like, obviously, he did not. I roll my eyes. “A poltergeist! Like, the kind of ghost that can move objects and scare people! Knock things off of tables and open cabinets in the night!” “So like…” he narrows his eyes at me. “A ghost with all the powers of an annoying cat?” “Well annoying you have, boy,” I say with a little snarl that makes him smile that slow smile that I like so much. “And now, maybe, you have the cat.” I gesture gracefully to the knife.