Vengeful Ghosts Novels & Stories

Diane asked. "They died the same way, they wanted to kill the people who killed them the same method they used that time." My jaw dropped when Sebastian explained it to us. So they were doing that because they wanted revenge. "They were supposed to take our souls and present it to their ancestors but they faded away." I frowned, take our souls? So all the time they were thinking about that. It's really good that we are now out of their sight. That's also why they told me that they have been living in this place peacefully, they can't accept their deaths and they still see the world like what they see it before they even died. "Can we please go back for now? I don't want to hear their stories

I tried to calm her down. "I think it was villain X, Autumn. I think it was him. It has to be him!" She gave me a firm nod and licked her lips nervously. "Nah, I still think it was Casper. Who is Villain X anyway? The one from the X-files? Aliens are not real though ghosts pretty much are. I saw one when I was a kid, it did not look as cute as Casper but it was a ghost. I am sure of it. They can not get past a salt line you know, so I guess we should have salt in hand just in case the vengeful spirit is—"

As I touched the soul, My eyes gleamed and saw a weird black spirit. “It’s the black spirit that I saw recently. “ I mumbled. It touched the innocent spirits that were slowly forgetting their memories. The repenting spirits need to forget everything before they ascend to heavens but looking back to what happened. This evil thing triggered their memories just in one touch and it turned them into ghouls. The painful past that they were trying to forget, they were remembering it all again. “You evil sneaky thing!” I’m slowly panicking and the wrath living inside me is getting stronger.

My heart was pounding inside my chest, no rational and logical thoughts could calm me. Shut up, I know those are movies but come on, Ghosts are real, what if those souls who Nikolai killed are wandering in his mansion to take revenge on him, I replied to my subconscious which was yelling at me to calm down. What if they are hiding in the darkness and waiting for someone, Oh my god, what if they sense my hatred for Nikolai and choose me! FUCK! FUCK! I quickly began filling my mug and looking around. God, please save me from these evil ghosts, please let them get to Nikolai, not me. That mother fucker deserves it. I’m an innocent soul who never hurt a fly till now, please punish that evil Niko

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

The mansion swallowed me, and somewhere in its depths, Mike was waiting. Good. Let him wait. Let him prepare. Let him hope his ritual and his plans and his years of study would be enough. They wouldn't be. Nothing would be. Because I was a vengeance incarnate. I was every Ghost Wolf who'd been murdered by alphas who thought they could take what wasn't theirs. I was the nightmare that had haunted werewolf packs for generations. And Mike was about to remember why.