Vengeful Ghosts Novels & Stories

He wasn’t summoning beasts. He was dragging the in-between into the now. Cracks tore open in the sky. The air turned sharp, cold, wrong. Ghosts spilled through the veil—wolves, twisted and lost, turned half-mad by unfinished lives. Not just spirits. These were memories that had forgotten they’d died. They surged toward me. I roared, driving my dagger into the ground. A ring of light exploded outward. The ghosts wailed, some vanishing instantly, others dragged back into their graves by unseen hands.

No matter how deep the hatred, it couldn't bring out the Hundred Ghost City below. Amelia had also asked what to do if she was unlucky enough to encounter it. The old man, acting mysterious, gave her one word: run. Run as far as you can. Amelia looked up. A vengeful spirit that had just approached her was struck soul-shattering by her good fortune-infused stick, but within seconds, it reappeared behind her, coming at her again. Amelia curled her lips. "Interesting. Even after soul-shattering, they can revive at full strength. So it's not that they can't be hit, but that they can't be killed. In the end, I'll be exhausted to death."

The disgusting man immediately perked up when he was told to do whatever he wanted to Rose. Summer walked away without another word as the men's lewd conversation continued behind her. The neon lights from afar cast a long shadow behind her. She glanced at her shadow and realized it was shaped like a devil. But that did not bother her, as she was indeed a vengeful spirit from hell. This was just the beginning. Right as Summer was about to step out of the alley, a pair of hands reached out for her. Before she knew it, the man had pulled her into darkness and dragged her into a narrow space between two buildings—the buildings on the bar street were built very closely next to each other.

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.

Emily replied. Grace lowered her head, taking a deep breath. Unlike Grace’s calculated silence, Sophia was trembling with fear. She tugged on Grace’s sleeve, her voice shaky. “Mom, who is she? How does she know so much about us…” “Who is she?” Grace muttered bitterly, her voice hollow. “She’s a vengeful ghost, straight from the depths of hell, here to make us pay.” Sophia shuddered, her lips quivering. “I told you we shouldn’t have messed with Bert. We shouldn’t have gone to his house last night…”

Donna added one more thing, her tone grave, "All of S-tier Malevolent Phantoms build our defenses entirely with soul energy. You've clashed with Specter twice now—you should know this already. "So, if your wife ever charged straight at one of us, those terrifying, nearly impenetrable defenses we rely on would shatter like cheap glass in front of her. Hollow Soul breaks right through."

They were still fighting with all their might, just to stall for time. Finally, all the clouds were gathered here. They turned into black fogs that hovered above the valley. As the black fogs gathered, the valley buzzed with hair-raising howls and wails. With the dark clouds that enshrouded the valley, the whole valley was like in hell. The cries of ghosts were the Malicious Grudges of the deceased in the last moment of their lives. Many female disciples of Cultivators' sect were scared and turned ghastly pale. The black fogs that hovered in the sky were like evil ghosts. Some of them even looked like human faces.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

The maid nodded and walked away. Preta sighed. Dave sprang to his feet, "what did you do that for? Why scream at the maid the meal is pretty good, it did not taste bland to me." He argued. "It did to me." "Are you being serious?" "Nine solid years, our daughter Lily is still not with us. I keep waiting and hoping patiently that I will get to see her and hold her in my arms, " tears rolled down her eyes, "but all because of that evil witch, Ana we can't. Who knows how our daughter is doing? If she is okay or sick? Could she be hungry?"

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it