Tale Of The Lonely Ghost Novels & Stories

"I fear for you, Susan . The world can be cruel, and you're facing it alone now." A bittersweet smile graces my lips as I reach out to touch his hand, offering a fleeting moment of reassurance. "I understand your concerns, Ethan. But sometimes, we must venture into the unknown to find our strength. I won't be truly alone, for I carry within me a tiny spark of life, a reason to persevere." Silence envelops us momentarily as Ethan processes my words, his brows furrowed in contemplation.

“She should probably start with the stories Nana always loved to tell her. Those are the type that might be illegal.” “What the hell, Tate. Why are you out here ratting out Nana like that?” “Tell me,” I say, ignoring her fake annoyance with Tatum. “Everyone has heard of ghost wolves,” she starts with a sigh. “But no one ever talks about what they are, how they came to be.” “All I recall hearing was that they were wandering wolves who lost their mates.” I shrug and Tatum shakes her head. “No, they are a ghost of themselves because they never found their mates.” Tatum corrects me and I roll my eyes. “Our moms always argued about that bit when they would try to scare us with the stories.”

As the ambulance sped away, its siren blaring, the house fell into dead silence once more. I was brought back to the cold, dark night when I was abandoned all by myself, with only the darkness for company. Clutching my head, I crawled up slowly from the floor. No matter how much I relented and how much I gave way, Vivian wasn't willing to let me go. If that was the case, then I was willing to play this game with her.

I hope this feeling has happened with every girl when she is accompanied by someone unknown. Finally, she was back in her lounge! Hello papa, I'm back. How was your meeting? Anjana's parents asked? Nice! I am very tired papa. Going to take a nap. Bye, will talk in the evening. After she woke up in the evening, she picked up her mobile to check. She has received a message from the guy mentioning that "I reached my room". Hastly she woke up on the bed and unlocked her mobile to check the message.

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

“After this, you’re coming to bed. No excuses tonight.” My body gave no response. Not even a twitch. She felt it; her eyes narrowed to slits. The feast dragged on. Course after course. Speeches. Toasts. A visiting bard sang of ancient battles and fated love. Every verse felt like mockery. When the clock tower struck the second hour past midnight, I could not breathe anymore. I set my goblet down so hard the stem cracked. Wine bled across the white cloth like fresh blood. Vanessa’s head snapped toward me. “Talim—”

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙

That would contradict everything we are. The last constellation sat barely visible behind a canopy of galaxy. Only the faint outline of a wolf could be seen through the thick curtain of stars. This grouping of burning light was named after The Ghost. The Ghost fable warned us of a cursed wolf who could fade into the shadows and be invisible at times, silently stalking any and all.

The ghost shadow yanked her from his grip. Her scream rang out, piercing through him like a blade. “Vincent!” And then she was gone. The silence that followed was more piercing than any scream could be. Vincent collapsed to his knees, blood dripping from his claws, his heart torn apart by fury and grief. The ghost's shadow loomed tall over him, holding the glowing journal in its hand. “You have confessed,” the ghost whispered. “But confessions only make you weaker. Isolation is my weapon. And now…you are alone.”