Vengeful Ghosts Novels & Stories

“A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.” The spirit growled, and its voice came out broken, layered with pain. “Traitor… murderer…” It lunged. Varic shoved me aside just as the ghost slammed into him, claws slicing through his armor like smoke cutting cloth. He grunted, rolling to his feet, blade flashing as he countered. The steel burned with a faint red light, striking the specter again and again — but it only howled, reforming. I scrambled back, panic clawing up my spine. “You can’t kill what’s already dead!”

"Alex, the curse, the Seeker, the sacrifices—all of it intersects." I looked at my notebook and scribbled quickly: "Occult clues, ancient sacrifice, Seeker warning, price of power." My hand trembled as I wrote each word out. Then I kept quiet, in the quietness of which I spoke aloud, "I would like vengeance, but I shouldn't be stained. I will use this black magic as a tool and never as a master." I rose to my feet and made for the small window. "I will question more servants tomorrow. I will collect more strands of this detestable web. I will speak again to Rosa, to Marco, to anyone who can give me a crumb of the truth."

—D* Lucas stares at the message, a terrible realization dawning. Whether it's truly Damien returned from the dead or someone using his memory as a weapon, the result is the same: the past he thought was buried has risen from its grave, hungry for retribution. And he has no idea how to fight a ghost.

The Ghost is my father's former lover, a crazy woman who is power-hungry even in death. My father, warned me about the restless of the Ghost of the forest, the woman he once loved. She planned to murder my father on their wedding night and consume his soul. When the plot was revealed the Wolf People Clan put her to death and she's been wreaking havoc on the world ever since her dying day. But now she has Lucia, a foolish girl, a pon in her schemes.

"Die… now!" As soon as he said that, the lightning-like sword light directly pierced Caspian's chest. In Caspian's sea of ​​consciousness, hundreds of ghosts were floating happily and venting. The fear and humiliation they suffered before dying turned these ghosts extremely resentful when they were formed. Their only awareness was to devour, ruin, tear, and destroy. Furthermore, a world as bright red as blood appeared before them, and they could vent their anger and resentment against the world, turning their grievances and rage into a boundless terror that terrorized the world.

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

I would cry and tell her I was sorry too. The bogeyman. He was the bogeyman in my past. My father. He is the reason I get this visions. My heart beats faster and faster. My father did not die in the freaking fire and he is here? After everything and he wants me back? For what? He is doing business deals in the mafia with me? I shiver. It’s not in fear. It’s in disgust. The monster from my past has come to my present. He is why I hate the dark. The reason I hate basements. Bile rises up my throat. I’m disgusted. I run into my bathroom and throw up. I can’t stay one more second in his sight.

“Haha! Do you think what you are? Your wife is never as good as my wife! Never!” “You dare disparage my wife, don’t you? Do you want to fight? “I’ll never fight with you. Pure will disparage me if I do that. The elderly will never fight with urchins!” “...” Pure was very uncomfortable because of their argument. She called the maid next to her: “ Go there and find the reason why they scream too much like that because they ruined the face of our Galaxy Trade Union.” Not only the Galaxy Trade Union’s face but also her face.

Or I might just be hallucinating in fear. "Erm...errr....I, I just don't want to become a virgin ghost, that's all. Do you know how vengeful virgin ghosts are? They are like super scary and stuff and they can't stand lovers because they themselves died before doing the deed, you know. I just don't want to be as pitiful as them, not that I pity them or something like that. It's just super sad and I don't want to end up like them." Oh God I was babbling. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!