Novel & Cerita The Ghosts Of The Past

I demanded him. " Who told you that?" Easton asked. " I asked for the answer in Yes or No. So answer me did you or did you not?" I asked again. " I did, Mi reina. But that is in the past now. She means nothing to me. She is just a friend of mine. That's it." Easton told me while trying to reach for me when I was surrounded by eight of the Shadows that were stopping Easton from reaching me. "Are they shadows? Didn't they extinct a long time ago?" everyone asked looking at all the shadows shocked. They turned around and bowed down in front of me in respect.

Ghosts can’t leave their graves without fear of not being able to get back. This was truly a matter of death or worse for them. Cassidy proposed a most interesting idea. The graves controlled the ghosts' presence through a spirit mark that would appear on each grave when they needed to be in it. Cassidy saw it a lot in the real world with forgotten spirits. The colour was different but she knew it was the same type of mark. All they had to do was to move the tombstones to one place and have the ghosts fight from there. Protecting their homes on the move while helping to take down Logan. Everything could be put back to their rightful place afterwards.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

’ He thought, anxious. "The chef also stated that when the barrier had been replenished the clouds become grey and when the dawn comes the sky would turn red and it will rain blood all over their town to Danxia capital," "The number of victims of ghost enchantment has been increasing since then. Not just in Yunpin but in Danxia capital as well," When Cian Xia explains this Elder Gu can’t help but feel a surge of worry and much wariness in his heart. "How many victims already?" Chao Fei asked. His eyes light with worry and nausea.

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

I said, pulling him into a kiss that tasted of the earth beneath us and the metal above us. We are the rulers of New Macau. We are a love story that just stopped pretending. But as we leave the bio-dome, I realize that the ghosts of the orchard didn't stay behind. If you stop trying to erase the past, does the future finally start to feel real—or do the ghosts just become part of the family? (Watch out for the next Chapter) 💬 Add to library | Rate | leave your reviews |

My voice carried down the aisles. Not loud. But true. “Past Key Authors,” I called. “The ones you saw in the ink. The ones I saw in the Graveyard. The ones he burned as batteries and archived as failures. If you’re still here, help me end this for good.” The Admin laughed, a horrible, static‑ripped sound. “ARCHIVAL GHOSTS HAVE NO AGENCY,” it spat. “THEY ARE LOGS. VESTIGIAL DATA. THEY CANNOT—”

Like it forgot why it was there. “Oh,” the ghost said, disappointed. “They don’t have memories to take. Machines wearing wolf skin. How boring.” The Hybrid took another step and started to sink. The ground turned soft, like quicksand. “Things without memories can't exist here, the ghost explained as the Hybrid that disappeared into the earth. "But you have such lovely memories. So many to choose from." More Hybrids came. More started sinking. But there were so many of them. “Tick tock" the ghost sang. “What's it going to be?"

Weathered. But still him. “And now?” I asked. He leaned against the doorframe. “Now I know that ghosts don’t go away just because you bury them. They wait. They haunt. And the only way to set them free is to face them.” He paused. “I’m not here to undo the past. I can’t. But I am here to walk beside you while you rewrite your present. Even if that present never includes me the way it once did.” A long silence followed.And then I said something I hadn’t meant to speak aloud:

He offered me a present, and a future to build, without looking back. Sometimes, at night, I still wake up. The memory of a cold shadow in the hollow of my ribs. Parquet against my back. A dark gaze that reflected me as a piece of darkness. Sometimes, it's Clara's face that surfaces, and shame, though dull now, swells for an instant like a distant tide. But these are no longer demons. They are ghosts. And ghosts, Simon taught me, are not fought. You learn to live with their silent presence. You let them wander the corridors of the past, while you close the door of the present room.