Slashfic Ghost Novels & Stories

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

From them, shapes began to form—shades of men and women, their faces twisted, their mouths open in silent screams. Saraphina froze, breath caught in her chest. She knew these shapes—not as strangers, but as faces she had seen in fire, in memory. Her mother’s eyes stared at her from the dark, her voice tearing into her mind. “You let us burn.” Her knees nearly buckled. Lucian’s grip found her arm, pulling her back. His voice cut sharp. “They’re lies, Phina. Walls painted with ghosts. Look at me.” She tore her gaze from the apparition, forcing her breath to steady. The shade dissolved like smoke, though its whisper lingered in her skull.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

,I continued. “It's really naïve” ,Jacob shook his head, “The memory that you see in Giselle's eyes is a living memory, and Elsa Hillton is just a wandering soul. You can see spirits when they want to show you or you have to get their frequency right. Giselle's yin and yang eyes are a pair of eyes with very strong yin so she can see ghosts anywhere, but since it was replaced for you, the power of her eyes has decreased so it must be so I can only see things related to the old case.”

Beside me, Jack’s mouth falls open and he breathes, “Holy shit.” Her sylphide form, though it retains her shape, is wholly translucent and wraithlike. Ghostly tendrils of her passing trail her behind like translucent smoke, their glittering residue dissipating into the air. I engage the clutch and smile proudly. “Just wait. She’s not even moving yet.”

She chewed on Elva’s lips, tasting her blood. Elva was crying in pain. She was being torn apart by her own making. Agatha turned and looked away. She walked out of the trap and let the ghouls finish her off. This was a worthy ending of Elva. When they were done, nothing was left. Not a single scrap of hair was left lingering. The spirits were swallowing whatever they had left in their mouth. A pale and sad looking ghost was left, floating above Elva’s empty clothes. Elva was drifting among herself.

He said, sharply, and looking pained. “If I was going to, I would have done that, easily. Look, I can see the ghost, okay? And… and it’s not a ghost. It’s a wandering spirit, and the reason you can see it is because you are a supernatural and he wants to use you.” Stefan explained. ~

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.