The Ghost And The Darkness Novels & Stories

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

Dima (with a sly smile): There she is, I see her now, fast asleep. Malik (commandingly): Come closer... Grab her by the neck. Suddenly, in a flash, Dima's shadow began to take shape, curling into a dark entity, stealthily slipping into Miranda's room like a silent spirit. The door opened slowly, its sharp sound shattering the villa's stillness. Dima's ghostly form slid inside, its chill spreading like poison through the air.

Hell, a dinosaur could stomp in front of me and I wouldn't notice because of the dark. My legs stopped only after a few final strides. I stopped walking and just stood. The cold air was making my body shiver badly. My head looked at the ground, and I felt a wet pool of thick liquid surrounding my foot. I saw blood, a lot of blood. On the grass, on my hands, on my clothes, and all-around despite the darkness as if a sudden light exposed those parts. The blood made me scream on the inside but my body didn't react. My eyes followed the trail of blood on their own and stopped suddenly. It took me a second to make out the body on the ground and flames suddenly appeared, burning the lifeless corps

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

The next second, the light spot suddenly burst out and became bigger and bigger. Hong!! The whole world was restored to what it was just now, and Samuel stood in the endless darkness. "Is that all?" Samuel sneered and looked around at the increasingly roaring ghost cries and all kinds of extremely fierce ghost shadows. "That's all? You're so arrogant, son of a bitch!" A cold voice came from the darkness. Then, the space shook, and all kinds of vengeful ghosts appeared in the darkness. Their faces were ferocious and their limbs were twisted.

I could hear whispers—low, guttural voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand, their words laced with malice. The tombstone shifted, the stone creaking as it began to rise, revealing a dark, yawning pit beneath it. My heart raced, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was it. The moment we had feared. The witch’s resting place had been disturbed. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wail pierced the air, and a ghostly figure began to rise from the tomb, her form shimmering and translucent. She was cloaked in shadow, her face obscured, but her presence was undeniable. Power radiated off her in waves, and the air crackled with dark magic.

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

With every fiber of my being, I had known she was mine. How could she belong to both of us? How could fate be so cruel? I rose slowly, legs unsteady, the world tilting around me. Carson slumped beneath me, still breathing, barely conscious. And still—I didn’t look at him. My eyes stayed locked on her. When I finally spoke, my voice was a ghost of itself. “Is it true?” She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She didn’t know. And I—Adrian Balshov, daylight-walker, breaker of empires—stood in the center of Blackgate, surrounded by blood and broken bodies...

For a moment, I almost drown in him. But then—I understand. The shadows aren’t meant to protect. They’re meant to consume. And I let them. Darkness slides into my skin, my bones, my blood. It makes me untouchable, invisible, a phantom stitched together by hunger and grief. I flicker through the courtyard like a wraith, here one moment, gone the next, slicing through monsters with claws made of pure night. The banshees wail. The oni fall. Even the gargoyles hesitate, their stone claws trembling.