Tale Of The Lonely Ghost Novels & Stories

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon

She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits. I stood my ground. "He's not coming back," I said softly. "You can be at peace now." The ghost froze. Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a faint whimper, as if a great weight had been lifted. The black mist around her dissipated. Her form turned faint, then transparent, until she dissolved into a wisp of light that drifted toward the rose bushes. Lorenzo's eyes lit up. "Damn, where'd you learn that trick?"

Ivan hesitated, clearly terrified to speak the name. “She’s made contact with him. The Ghost.” The temperature in the room dropped instantly. I looked between them, confused. “Who is the Ghost?” Nikolai’s face had gone deathly white. He slowly sat down, rubbing his face with both hands. “The Ghost,” he said quietly, “is a legend. A shadow. No one knows his real name. He doesn’t run a family — he destroys them. He’s the one who orchestrates silent coups. The one who makes entire bloodlines disappear overnight. Even my father was afraid of him.”

Noah's POV: I’d never believed in ghosts. Not the kind that rattled chains in the night or moaned behind locked doors, anyway. But the moment I saw her standing in the courtyard, staring up at the results board with tears streaking her cheeks, I felt like I’d seen one. Tessa. Except… she wasn’t a ghost. She was real. Alive. And somehow, impossibly, she could see. I’d heard things, rumors whispered among the pack. That Lucian Moonstone had bought a blind girl from some desperate stepmother.

This girl. “Shhhh. We are here at the mountain, there are lots of ghosts here, if they heard you crying they will get near here. Are you not afraid? WARNING: Hi Readers! Please don’t unlock the succeeding chapters. I need to edit some grammatical errors and please do understand. If this note has been removed, you may now continue! Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

I started the journey, I walked for two hours, and I wasn’t scared as I had my sword, my backpack and myself. I got to the river. I was thinking of sleeping there but then I started hearing voices and it seemed like the cold night river. I have heard about that river and how it can be. It is a place where spirits roam but it is famous for the Tell Tale spirit. The Tell-Tale spirit is a spirit that appears to tell you your future and it is always bad, it rarely comes out though, it has been disregarded as one of those old stories. I turned around to get away from the river and then it became extremely foggy all of a sudden and cold too, fear gripped me immediately and I knew I was in for it.

they broke into a loud laugh as they shared some joke. Merindale did not care. She followed the seniors around, admiring the intricate details on the walls. It was painted beautifully with stories from Immortal history. “Hey there, newbie. You know about the ghost that haunts these halls, right?" Merindale was taken aback at the sudden question directed at her. She paused and looked back at the senior questioning her. Her eyes wide open. "A ghost?" "Oh yeah," he continued, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. "Legend has it that the Ghost of Lysandra prowls these very grounds. She's said to snatch unsuspecting newcomers like you.”

What treasures they hope to find there, I'll never know. The clouds outside the village grow black and I hear a chattering of many teeth. The ground shakes and I can hear many legs dancing across the horizon like many drums of war. A horde of spiders approaches me from the distance. Their leader laughs while hovering in the sky. The Ghost has found me and has made my journey easier. "You must be Rosemary, the Ghost, I've heard so much about," I say while crossing my arms and smiling proudly. "Yes, I am she. The trees told me you were looking for me. Tell me what does the nephew of a great Chieftain Like Chief Wolfpaw need from me?"

Later that evening. It was already late at night but Mariya still couldn't sleep. Her previous conversation with the Mother Supervisor keeps on replaying on her mind. "This is a once in a lifetime chance for you to find your father again..." the old nun told her earlier. Mariya carefully got up from her bed. Since she's having a hard time sleeping, she decided to take an evening walk to breathe in some fresh air and to clear her head... After a few minutes, Mariya is now at the orphanage's playground, and she's currently sitting on a swing while admiring the round, bright moon...

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."