Supernatural Ghosts Novels & Stories

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

Cael looked at Tyler. “You said she’s afraid of ghosts?” Cael asked. Tyler scratched his head so hard. “I can’t see what she sees. So, where is the ghost exactly?” “You don’t have the ability?” Hugo asked in shock. “Nothing, but he’s good at plans,” said Cael. “He knows almost everything about supernaturals.” “Really? How?” Hugo asked. “Books. The books help me.” Tyler said. “That’s true,” Raven said. Everyone stepped back to see the light creeping into the water. Kyra waved her dagger a few times, but it just penetrated the ghost. Everyone just watched Kyra and the ghost fighting.

, Dawn said slowly “a vengeful spirit” Lena sighed “thought it might be”, she admitted. Dawn frowned at her “wait, you knew?” she asked, astounded “how?” The blackette was aware at how open minded Lena was but she didn’t think that she would go as far as to place the blame on it for Bryce and Shawna’s deaths. “My godmother told me all about different supernatural things, including ghosts”, the brunette explained “she’s an occult professor. Anyway, when I saw the hook in the wall…it made me think of the Hook Man legend. So I guessed it was a ghost”.

But few knew he harbored a secret capable of upending the entire arcane world. A burning candle stood before him. Yet the scent it released was strange—eerily similar to the Ghost Candles found in Willowstead. Spirits were drawn to the scent of Ghost Candles. When unable to feed on living souls, they relied on this incense to remain aware. Without it, they would drift into believing they were dead. It was no longer clear whether Sylas was a man or a ghost. He sniffed the candle's fragrance hungrily, as if his very life depended on it.

Thorne solemnly cautioned Samuel, "The ghost that can be summoned is not an ordinary ghost. However, every ghost has a fatal weakness, which is its skeleton and ashes. Once they are destroyed or scattered, the ghost may face utter destruction." Upon hearing this, Samuel carefully tucked the finger bone into his pocket. Then, the curious baby began to explore his questions, “Daddy, where did you just go? Why did your body change like this?" Thorne showed no signs of panic when caught red-handed. Instead, he looked at Samuel with a smile and truthfully confessed, "Daddy just went to the underworld and had a fight with a demon. I almost couldn't make it back, but luckily you saved me."

When I was six years old, I came down with a terrible fever. Doris carried me through a blizzard and begged a clinic doctor to treat me. She spent her entire life pinching pennies, setting aside every dollar for my future wedding. "Mark, ghosts are easier to deal with than people. A ghost just wants your life, but people will strip you to the bone." She used to say it while sipping her tea. ‘Doris, you were wrong. ‘In this world, people are far more poisonous than ghosts.’