Simon Riley Ghost Novels & Stories

The grove's energy surged around them, the air thick with the presence of countless spirits. The glowing flowers pulsed with light, casting an ethereal glow that danced across the group's faces. Kai held the Spirit Relic firmly, its multicolored light flickering in his grip. "Stay calm," Kai urged, his voice steady despite the growing tension. "We need to figure out how to communicate with them." Lila, attuned to the natural world and its energies, stepped forward. "Let me try," she said softly, closing her eyes and reaching out with her senses. She could feel the spirits' emotions—curiosity, caution, and a deep connection to the grove.

He screeched his car on the entrance, he didn’t hoot his horns, the maids were not around, opened his door and opened the gate for himself. “I went to get some fruits for Amanda, her health…” he stammered, the words that came out made no sense, they had just shopped for groceries a day earlier. Melina looked at him with doubts in her eyes, she raised her brows and frowned her cheeks, she did not buy his excuse.

“I’ve only seen a bit of what Roy is talking about, but it’s clear that Ian ain’t himself. Surely you could tell that when you took your walk. Did you see his eyes?” “I’m afraid I didn’t,” Adam confessed. “He was walking in front of me and rambling a bunch of nonsense over his shoulder. When he ended with telling me that the engagement was off, all I could see was red. I marched right back to Melody.” “We think there’s somethin’ supernatural going on,” Roy volunteered. Jackson ignored the doctor’s snicker. Of course, he wouldn’t believe in the supernatural. He was a man of science. He, on the other hand was not and was willing to consider all possibilities. “Like what?”

asked Rafaelo. Simon did not answer but rushed closer to Rafaelo, looking at him. Simon immediately jumps onto Rafaelo and hits the road. Simon sat on him and strangled Rafaelo to death. Simon could see Rafaelo’s veins on his forehead, signaling that he was choking, but he seized a stone and immediately hit Simon with it. Luna shouted. “Simon!” yelled Luna. Luna got up immediately and drew near to Simon. Luna could see how Rafaelo had struck a giant boulder on Simon’s head. The blood flowed on Simon’s face, and he fell onto the road. Simon felt dizzy for a while, but only for a few seconds.

He was not worthy of being called a man. If he could possess someone’s body, the first thing he would do would be to beat that bastard Lucien senseless. Watching the small girl continue to cry softly, the ghost raised his hand and placed it gently on her back in comfort. Then he mocked himself for being childish. He was only a ghost. How could she possibly feel his consolation? Yet Elowen truly felt a cool sensation against her back. She immediately straightened up and looked around. Seeing no one, she quietly thought that she must be having hallucinations again.

I asked a stream of questions into the still air. The room fell completely silent. Just when I assumed I would not get an answer, my laptop screen flickered on by itself. A single search bar glowed in the center of the screen. The letters appeared on the search bar one by one, typed by an unseen hand. N-A-T-H-A-N-I-E-L S-I-M-M-O-N-S. Nathaniel Simmons. The results loaded instantly. The top link was a news article from five years ago. The headline read, [Tragedy Claims Rising Finance Star Nathaniel Simmons in Fatal Crash.]

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

He didn't know why, but he changed the words he originally intended to scare her with when they reached his lips. "Ghosts are illusions created by the mind. Due to illness, fatigue, and stress, the human brain can momentarily lose track of the body's position." "Shut up, I just asked you if there are ghosts. Who let you talk to me about scientific principles?" Clearly a fragile woman seeking comfort, yet she still extended her sharp claws to scratch people. Riley cleared his throat and withdrew his scattered thoughts, slowly retracting the strength he had poured in, silently. Bianca felt the weight on her shoulder disappear and glared at Riley again.

I snickered. Simon didn’t even blink. “That’s Aunt Cecily. She’s trying to land husband number four before the cake’s even cut.” “Ambitious,” I said, sipping my champagne. “Respect.” “Desperate,” he corrected, clinking his glass gently against mine. “And that guy she’s talking to? Not single. Not straight. And definitely not into rhinestones.” I snorted. “What about over there? The guy in the velvet jacket who keeps twirling his mustache like he’s an evil magician?”

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.