Slashfic Ghost Novels & Stories

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

"You bastard! Do not touch her!" Adrian lunged forward to shove Lucien away, but his hand passed straight through Lucien’s body, unable to affect him at all. Helplessly, he watched as Elowen bit her lip in pain, tears falling silently as she let Lucien feast on her body. Her eyes stared into the void, as if she were begging him to save her. Adrian’s eyes looked as though they were about to crack apart, the energy around him surging violently. Elowen stared wide eyed at the dark shadow floating in front of her. It was Ms. Ghost, her only friend.

This artifact worked with a blood-binding ritual, unlike the Dragonspine, which required the Dragons Destroyer. Felix pricked his finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the harmonica. To his amazement, the blood seeped into the artifact, and he instantly felt a connection with it. With one thought from him, the harmonica vanished. "Now that I've given you the harmonica, I'll tell you something important. Ghosts and spirits exist in this world. Don't think I'm joking with you," Billy said, turning serious. Felix cocked a brow. "Then why haven't I ever seen one?"

But when she died, things changed to worst for Crystal. “Now I see you’ve made a lot of money to disobey my calls right!!?” Aunt Lucy scolded with her two hands placed on her waist as she walked closer to where Crystal was seated crying. Crystal stood up from the ground and the cold she felt was just too much. “Can I change Aunty?” she requested as she wiped her tears . “To what!!? Get out now!! To the kitchen!!” she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room.

The wind picked up, and the leaves rustled with an eerie whisper. "Do you feel that?" Marinetta asked, her voice tense. Harley nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Something's not right. We need to investigate." They followed the disturbance deeper into the forest, their senses alert. As they approached a clearing, they saw a figure standing in the center, surrounded by a shimmering aura of dark energy. Marinetta and Harley approached cautiously, their hands on their weapons. The figure turned to face them, revealing a gaunt, spectral appearance. It was a ghostly apparition, its eyes filled with a haunting sadness.

Thalia gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth, the shocking sight disrupting her initial intentions. A heavy silence enveloped the house, signaling to Thalia that something was seriously amiss. Closing her eyes, she focused on the unusual stillness, attempting to tap into the thoughts of those within. What she heard echoed in her mind sent a chill down her spine: "Help, the ghost shifters are real." "Ghost shifters?" Thalia repeated, her confusion evident. Without hesitation, her claws unsheathed, a clear sign of her readiness to confront any potential threat. Determined, she headed towards the interior of the house, her senses heightened, poised for action.

The ghosts seemed to materialize out of thin air, their moans echoing through the night. Marcus gulped nervously, his grip tightening on his weapon. ". I don't think we can fight these, they're not physical," Marcus said, his voice trembling. Caleb narrowed his eyes, scanning the area for any signs of weakness in the ghostly beings. "We may not be able to fight them physically, but we can fight them with our minds." He closed his eyes and focused, drawing upon the ancient werewolf magic that coursed through his veins. Slowly but surely, he began to push back against the ghosts, his willpower stronger than their own.

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm