Undertale Ghost Novels & Stories

“When you do your thing what’s stopping the building from crushing you?” I looked at him past my shaking arms and huffed, “Guess it’s a good time to ask which of you is the fastest runner?” Caius looked at Ghost. “You can turn her incorporeal.” “I can’t do shit,” Ghost scoffed. He had removed his shirt awhile ago and was using it to mop the sweat off his body. “Don’t look at me like that, man. You know I’ve never turned anyone before. If I fail then we both die.”

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

[Feral Ghost- Elite rank] Level 21 EXP-4000/12000 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-390 STR-130 DEF-55 DEX-11 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Unique) Stealth(Disaster) Dark Vision(R) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Shadow Blades(Elite)] Ten minutes later, I find myself standing in a vast cavern. There are even more tunnels leading elsewhere. The area is so large that a few hundred people should be able to commute here in no time.

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

"Is she dead?" Sekhmet shook his head. "Not exactly. Her physical body was destroyed, but she carries a curse from Gabriel himself. Eventually, she'll either find or grow a new body, but it may be centuries. There was virtually nothing left of her body after the attack." Emily frowned. "You mean the archangel Gabriel, from the Bible?" "Yes," Sekhmet confirmed. "Wow," Emily whispered, leaning back against the couch in awe. She had so much to learn.

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

asked Elder Maxim coldly as he looked at Elder Ethan. “What I want to say… is that it’s really simple. From the very beginning, the Land of Ghosts was a cursed place. Even a fighter that is an Agility of level nine wouldn’t be able to get out of this place should they come here. The black magic mist carried within it a terrifying power and the devilish energy here is enough to make even us uncomfortable. So how is it possible for a kid with the level of Agility of level two to enter such a place?” Elder Ethan’s expression became even more sinister as he said all this.

A voice echoed from the mist—deep, ancient, and cruel. “You thought you could trap me?” The orb shattered, and from within rose a figure of translucent green, tall and regal, his eyes burning with spectral fire. His form shimmered, half-solid, half-ethereal. Caleb’s jaw dropped. “Is that… a ghost?” Fianna stumbled backward, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Uncle Vaelen?” The spirit turned toward her, his expression unreadable. “So, my dear niece remembers me.” Lyra’s fangs glinted as she stepped in front of Fianna. “Your uncle’s a ghost? That’s new.”

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.