True Real Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

I curiously asked her, and she stopped in her tracks to look at me. "I… I'm not so sure. But I have read this one book. Well, I don't know if it's true or not, but it said that some of the ghosts here in our world are those who died and killed and didn't get the justice they deserved, while some are lost souls, and there are others who have not accepted that they are dead already. But I am not really sure about it, alright? It's just an article, a theory with no proof." She explained and continued walking inside the building, and I let out a sigh as I realized something.

He felt angry and decided to do whatever he wanted faster. The more he sucked, the more the pain in his chest became less painful and his mind became clearer, and that was when he heard her groan. “Urggh~ painful…Please..” His eyes flashed and the sucking stopped, his eyes were still red but they were not as calm and dazed as they appeared at the start. His lips lingered on the bitten spot but he couldn’t suck anymore. Ignas managed to open her eyes, she looked at the man whose eyes were blood red, and blood dripped from his lips. She had realized the kind of creature he was, he is the creature called “the Vampire”.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

For a moment, I thought it was the scent of the ghost-some of the books I had read while growing up had mentioned that ghosts usually have scents and that’s how a few special people in the fantasy books had been able to tell that a ghost had been at a particular place or was there at the present. Now watching him, looking around the room, before his eyes came in contact with mine and stayed, I was beginning to wonder if my theory of the ghosts was true. It sure was written in fantasy books, but isn’t my life and pack, a fantasy to the reality of plain ordinary humans? Perhaps, just perhaps...the ghost theory might be right. "Did the Alpha sleep here?" He asked, peering at me closely.

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."

"Hey!" or better yet, the beautiful curls of his soft pink lips as he speaks. I swallow hard as I try to move away from him and shake off my thoughts, but my bad! I forgot that my back was pressed against the automobile. Forget the city's aforementioned exploits and accolades. Did I mention that this city has ghost-related lore as well? Real ghosts, yes. I'm skeptical if that is accurate or not. However, what if it's actually true and one is standing in front of me right now in this terrifying night? They reportedly wander freely at night, I also heard. Why is he the only creature on this deserted road, huh? God, oh God! I didn't flee from my ghost fiance only to run into a bonafide ghost, d

But the look in the man with gray eyes told me he wasn’t joking. He truly believed it. And worse, there was a part of me, deep, deep inside, that wondered if it might be true or just a mere Story. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head, backing away from him, slowly. “I can’t just be.” “You are, Crysta,” he said firmly, his voice unwavering. “It’s in your blood, in your bones,in your flesh. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The pull, the power? It’s been waiting for you to wake up.”

"You'd go so far as to fake a death certificate just to keep this charade going? Isn't this a bit much? Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?" I stared at the man I had once loved with all my heart, a man who now felt like a stranger. This cold, unfeeling creature was my husband—the same man I had devoted years of my life to, the same man I had trusted and loved. To him, I was nothing but a manipulative liar, capable of fabricating my own death just to spite him. "Have you lost your mind, Grayson?" My mother-in-law's voice trembled, the disbelief heavy in her words. "Who would joke about something like this? Belle is truly gone. Her body is at the funeral home right now. Come with me and see for