The Ring Ghost Novels & Stories

He picked up on the third ring. “I didn’t expect to hear from you again so soon,” he said. “I need more.” “More what?” “Options.” There was a pause. “You sound scared.” I swallowed. “I am.” He gave me two names. One was a ghost who specialized in sabotages like quiet explosions, electrical interference, GPS distortion. The other was someone who could get to Silas without triggering a war. A middleman. Not tied to either family. But expensive. “I can only call in one,” I said.

A hush fell over us, including his inmates. He began a slow chant and whispered incantations under his breath, a strange glow enveloped him and the air around us felt alive powerful with an ancient power as he called upon the moon goddess to lend her strength to his spell. I gasped, as mysterious symbols began to dance around the ring's eye. My heart hammered against my ribs, scared and in awe. The once-black eye of the ring transformed into a vibrant green. When Archibald's lips met the ring in a gentle kiss, a part of me feared he might retract his offer and hold onto the ring.

Ning Tian Tian nodded and waited patiently for the explanation on the ring. "You have to wear this ring on the index finger of your left hand. This ring is the one which will give you all the powers. It is the one which will entitle you to the position of the Queen. This ring will also help you to identify the people who have a special ability like you. It can also help you in distinguishing between the humans possessed by ghosts, but it might be of no use in distinguishing between, the pitiful souls and the vengeful ones. That is something which you have to do by yourself. Ning Tian Tian, there is another part of the ring, the ring which you wore is white, but the other one is black." Unabl

said another maid, her voice trembling. "That's entirely possible. Didn't Ismail's fifth mate once claim that she encountered a female ghost in the dead of night asking her for the same ring? The poor woman was so terrified that she passed away on the spot." "She passed away on the spot? Really?" "Shh..." The maid made a gesture of silence to another maid. I stood at the door, dumbfounded. What were they just talking about? Did Ismail's fifth mate also see a female ghost at night? Did the ghost also demand the ring? And, she was so terrified that she passed away on the spot? So everything I saw the previous night was real? Was there really a ghost haunting the Amus family?

**<< One minute, >>** Petrova whispered, her voice shaky. Harlan turned from the window, his face pale. **<< Did you see…? The ring…? That gesture…? >>** The recognition was dawning in him too, warring with disbelief. Winters had seen. His glacial eyes, always observing, had caught the ring, the gesture. His jaw tightened, the first crack Leo had ever seen in his icy composure. He’d been deceived. His confirmed kill was a phantom. The Ghost had been haunted.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

"Give you what?" I pointed at his hand. "The ring. That's Hayden's. It belongs to me." He smirked. "Oh, really? If he wanted you to have it, he wouldn't have shoved it in an urn. And even if I gave it to you, would you even dare to wear it?" "Why wouldn't I?" I shot back, unfazed. "I'm not afraid of ghosts—or demons." Before he could stop me, I reached for the ring myself.

"Of who put you here. You get comfortable, Thalia. You start thinking this is a sleepover. This ring? It’s a reminder that a knife is waiting for your throat the second you step outside." He jams the ring into the front pocket of my jeans. "Keep it close," he orders. "Now get upstairs." The VP suite feels smaller tonight. The bars on the windows cast long, skeletal shadows across the floor as the moon rises. I pace the length of the room. Ten steps to the wall. Turn. Ten steps to the door. I checked the lock three times. Click. Click. Click. It’s engaged. But locks don't stop ghosts. I pull the ring out of my pocket. I set it on the nightstand. It gleams in the darkness, mocking me.

chemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except tha