Tophat Ghost Novels & Stories

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.

Rojana still madded at Pure, but he couldn't ignore her question: “Maybe they will be here then…” Baaaang- Something fell on his head. He cursed loudly: “Who did that?” “I did.”- A hoarse voice resounded. Rojana, Pure, and Erono were very surprised when they look at the sky. There was an old gentleman in the clouds, he looked like a fairy. They were surprised for a second. Pure said to the old man: “Lowen, hurry up!” Lowen: “...” Lowen was a little bit confused, he said: “Haven’t that captains turned up?”

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. 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.

the voice barked. Dismissing the warnings of the voice, I reduced my height till my eyes were at the level of the keyhole and from there I peeped in to see Aunt Uka naked, her hair scattered like a thatched house. She was riding a man that mocks the size of Uncle Philip. This young man enjoying the ride had both hands under his head and eyes closed.

Before them was an army of bloodstones all in red gleaming armours made from red diamond, and in the lead was Vivian, Janice, Hannah, and Dena. Vivian saw Chadwick standing twelve feet tall behind this ghost army with a host of others a few feet taller than him. They looked like men, but from here, she could see they had no eyes, no soul, no spirits. Surely, these were the Red Haux, and they made a perfect match for beings made from stones, she thought. Now, to make the first order. She just hoped Susan made it in time for mother was watching. No, mother couldn’t make it to this party. The throne required that she stayed on it. She leaving was definitely the last resort. But there was Susan,

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

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.

The spirit had no lower jaw, only a gaping, bloody hole. I turned my head to look at the oil portrait of Lorenzo on the table. The man in the painting had sharp, chiseled features that radiated a cold, oppressive aura. But in my eyes, a translucent figure hovered at the edge of the frame. The spirit sat astride the frame, his long legs swinging idly as he shamelessly sized me up. He wore an unbuttoned black shirt, revealing an expanse of tattoos across his powerful chest. Even as a spirit, he seemed more alive than anyone else in the room.

On the other hand, Toto was taking off his brown coat and necktie while replying, “I don’t feel comfortable staying in this inn.” When I asked him why, he answered, “Nightshade is the family of Atropa Belladonna, a poisonous plant. Also, I’ve read somewhere that it is Professor Moriarty’s favorite poison. I’m not sure if that information is true, but I just can’t seem to feel comfortable knowing all that.” Despite everything he said, I smiled at him. “I’m glad you’re back to your usual self, Nerd.” “KYAAAAA!!” I immediately opened the door and found the Detective and others by the hallway. “You heard that too?” Angelica’s face was tense. “The sound was made by two young women from upstairs,”

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.