Salvation Ghost Novels & Stories

I paused, unsure if what I was about to say would make any sense. “I think I know what you wish to ask for, but I am sorry, sweetheart. What happens to the soul after a mortal’s death is highly confidential, even for us immortals. They enter the creator’s life-death-salvation cycle. We can’t keep track of souls that haven’t been contracted to us, so we have no way of knowing where your mother’s soul is. And your mother died decades ago, so maybe she has already reached salvation, uniting with the creator and exiting from the life and death cycle.” “Oh…” I wilted. “That’s a good thing, right? Salvation? My mother would be happy, right?”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Earlier tonight, after I’d saved the little girl, she had returned with two men who unlocked the storage room and pulled me out. Japheth Williams and Seth Williams, the two famous brothers of Williams Film Productions, had stood before me as I struggled to get up. The little girl I had saved happened to be their family. Everyone in the city knew Japheth Williams was disabled, but I couldn’t tell which of the brothers had stood before me. They kept their identities hidden so carefully that only their names were known. “I saved Angel because she was an adorable girl I couldn’t ignore,” I remembered telling them when they asked what reward I wanted.

He had fallen right into Mae's trap and, without realizing it, killed my younger sister. "Damn it. So, it was you, Mae!" His eyes became bloodshot. Hatred boiled inside him as he stormed back to his territory and burst into Mae's room. "You bitch, how—" Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed our pups lying on the floor, barely breathing. He hurried over to check on them, only to discover that half of Naveah's face had been corroded by wolfsbane, exposing the bones underneath. Caspian was in even worse shape; his mouth was nothing but blood and ruin, and his tongue was nowhere to be seen.

“The people who sold you, the people who bought you they don’t exist anymore. You understand that? They’re ghosts. Every one of them would trade your life for a breath if they knew you were still breathing.” She swallowed hard but kept her mouth shut. I dropped the phone on the desk, hard enough that the sound made her flinch. “I pulled you out of a house full of corpses,” I said. “I kept you alive when the men who owned you wanted you gone. You want to throw that away with one call?” Still silence. I stepped closer, not touching her, just close enough that she could feel the heat of my anger.

It felt heavier than the first. “Midnight,” Leora said, melting back into the graveyard of metal. “Don’t be late. And don’t die before you plug it in. I’d hate for my work to be posthumous.” They were left alone in the rust and the yellow light, holding two thumb drives that contained their salvation and a possible apocalypse. “She’s using us,” Sabe said quietly. “We’re using her,” Anton corrected, gripping the drives tightly. “It’s the only way to fight ghosts. You have to become a ghost yourself, and then you have to turn on the lights.”

"My brave girl... fighting so hard..." "Fight with me," Sarah begged. "Please, Uncle Ghost. Fight to stay." Let him live, they prayed together. Let their guardian's sacrifice be rewarded with survival. Because Ghost wasn't just an enforcer or uncle anymore. He was the heart of their protective circle, the one who had always put their safety before his own. Perfect, even in way. Ghost's first seizure hit without warning, his body arching violently as the poison reached his nervous system. Emma's scream of anguish tore through the pack as she tried to hold her mate.

"There was Dad, who cheated. Then Paul, the 'prince' who needed money to 'get back to his people'...yeah, right. You fell for that one, hook, line, and sinker." I rolled my eyes. "And who could forget Richard, the rich guy who promised to change our lives? Oh wait, he was married with three kids in England. Nice." I sighed. "Then there was Gabriel, the Spanish 'gentleman' who was clearly bad news. And let's not forget Matthew, the chef who used you for money to fund his cooking competition. I mean, seriously, mom… I didn't think you were joking when you said you were giving up on men.”

There was nowhere to run to, I could only anticipate the next attack that would kill me. I slammed my eyes shut, last time it was Melonie who saved me and I slapped her for it. But… who would save me now? Abruptly, a sword dived into my twin sister's chest and she vanished into thin air, but it wasn't mine. I slowly looked at my saviour, “Arlo!” I called out in shock; he was also a part of my game. “What is happening? Why is Arlo here? What's going to happen now?” I couldn't stop worrying.

he exhales deeply. “ But seeing you right now on this sick bed, all I want is my brother to give me a hug or to taunts me about the numerous girls I fûck with. I need you in my life, I've gone fully astray because you weren't there for me. I don't think I can live with myself if anything were to happen to you. So please wake up!” Candice whimpers