Riley Ghost Novels & Stories

crossing his arms, “I haven’t seen any other ghost here. And you? Have you seen anyone else haunting the place?” “No,” I admitted. “But what if the ghost is somewhere else? Maybe he hides them because he doesn’t want us to know.” If there was a ghost he cared about… they had to be important. Very important. And that made me… curious. Adrian groaned. “Echo... you are overthinking it. I don’t think there’s any ghost anywhere. The guy barely leaves the house alone... when is he supposed to meet this mystery ghost?” I sighed. “Okay, so what are you saying?”

The walls still glowed with a sickly, bruised violet where spells had failed to die, flickering like a failing heartbeat. Riley was alive. I clung to that fact like a drowning man clings to jagged wreckage. She was pressed against my chest, her breathing shallow and ragged, her weight real in my arms. But she felt too light. Far too light for someone who had just detonated a centuries-old system of fate. “Riley,” I croaked, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over broken glass. “Stay with me. Eyes on me.” Her lashes fluttered, coated in grey dust.

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]

“She’s not the girl you dragged in here anymore. You see it, don’t you?” Rhett met his stare, his voice low, certain. “I see it. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to snuff it out.” Ghost’s mouth twitched — not quite a smile, but close — before he pushed off the frame and disappeared down the hall. ________________ Rhett swung his legs out of bed, grimacing at the pull in his stitches. He dressed slow, pulling on his jeans and boots, slinging his cut over his shoulder. The leather felt heavier than usual, like it carried more than just his patch now.

--- Downstairs, the main hallway lights flickered. A gust of cold wind swept through the area even though all the windows were locked. The candles trembled violently before stabilizing. Riley stood at the far end of the hall, her expression unreadable. She wasn’t alone. A shadow stood behind her—tall, formless, almost humanoid but shifting like smoke. Its outline was wrong, bending at strange angles, its presence so faint it could disappear at any blink. But its eyes—deep, empty hollows—were locked onto the stairs where Avery and Marcus would emerge.

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.