Skeleton Creek Ghost Novels & Stories

“Interesting,” Calisté stared up at Ghost. “I don’t think I’ve heard this story before.” “I never bothered to tell you,” Ghost smiled. “But I think I can now. I found Draymond’s body in a cave, abandoned, mud stained and stinking. Apparently, he had been dead for days. When I found him, he was already breeding maggots from his body but nothing is too hard for Calisté I suppose.” Ghost smiled at Calisté and she frowned and turned away looking at Jimin who seemed to be disappointed in her just hearing the beginning of the story.

the first skeleton instructed, an undertone of excitement in its voice. "A teardrop? So, you'll send me back to the world of the living?" I exclaimed, feeling a surge of relief. "Yes, as a ghost," the first skeleton clarified. "What? What do you mean?" I asked, crestfallen. "Your physical body must remain here with us. I won't elaborate on the details, but you'll have three hours to complete the task. Once the time expires, you'll be transported back here. No one will be able to see you, not even the witch," the first skeleton explained.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

Ghost. He wanted Ms. Ghost to remain forever kind and perfect in the heart of that young girl. After laying Elowen on the bed, Adrian stepped out onto the balcony. His eyes were cold and merciless as they stared into the pitch black night. He took out his phone and made a call. “Teach Luke a lesson.”

Suddenly the wind kicked up, hard and fast, tearing through the hollow like a scream. Nova jerked back. "We need to go." Atlas hesitated. "We haven’t seen what—" "We seen enough!" Wren shouted over the wind. A shape shifted behind the tree. Not human. Not animal. Just... wrong. They ran. Feet slipping in the mud, branches lashing at their arms, breath burning. They didn’t stop until the air turned light again, the shadowline behind them. Back at the Bone House, they collapsed in a heap. No one spoke for a long while.

The hood over his face pooled in his eye sockets and nasal cavity. The phantom advanced in broken movements. He held out bone fingers as if scraping the air. I screamed for the life of me. “Get that thing away from me now!” “Silence, Shannon,” Samael demanded. “Where are your manners?” The phantom tilted its head. I could swear it snickered with a voice like dry desert wind. “They jumped ship when you summoned a skeleton.” “I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED ANOTHER ACCESSORY, SAMAEL.” Dumah hissed, drawing out Corpseboy's name. His voice was like scraping knives

To what end? All fifty-eight of us were ready to move. Abel Wey had a weird glint in his eyes that looked dangerous. I was glad he was on our team. Cause we would all be dead if he were on Glover's team. Sam and Sylvester set out ahead of us. We followed behind in stealth mode. Samantha. We managed to creep onto the grounds the cabin sat on, unnoticed. They had no clue we were coming. What I saw outside the cabin gave me cause for alarm. There were two government vehicles parked outside and three mutant wolves.

He glanced down and, to his horror, found a blood-soaked skeleton gripping onto him. With a shudder, Dylan clutched Stuart's arm and spun around, only to be met with the sight of a ghostly woman crawling on the ground. The ghost wore a white robe with tangled hair and eerie white eyes with no pupils. Her pale face, streaked with bloody tears, sent a bone-chilling shiver down Dylan's spine. As she inched closer, he couldn't help but scream, "Holy shit!" Meanwhile, Julian was spooked as he witnessed the hair-raising scene. He couldn't resist standing up and stealing a glance at Kieran beside him.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

Home to animals that had been driven away when their original shelters had been destroyed. Images of the past returned. Blood had run between the twisted roots of trees, coagulating and feeding the insects and weeds. The moisture had made the ground softer, easier to turn and create a shallow grave for the first victim. He remembered the sight of the beast within the shadows. A tall being, garbed in a cowl that covered its features but enabled a set of impressive antlers to protrude. And the woman. Waiting on the shore and watching. Her words were kind and wise when he staggered back, his own crew oblivious to the wretched conundrum he'd gotten them into.