Novel & Cerita Vengeful Ghosts

"They compelled me to be. They were becoming excessively demanding, completely indifferent to the wrecked state their presence left Kaida in. The first wave of spirits was more agreeable—we found a balance—but the recent ones were..." "To put it simply, Malachi, you chased them away," I interrupted. "Once again, you interfered with Kaida’s assigned role." He remained silent, appearing uncharacteristically tongue-tied. "Those spirits left in anger," I continued. "They are roaming the world rather than seeking rest. Do you know what spirits like that become?" "Vengeful spirits," Malachi replied, his voice low. "Selina mentioned a string of deaths in the city," I said. "It’s unlikely those stem

Because to destroy them, I must first become invisible, forgotten, beneath their very noses. But as the cold night pressed against my skin, my mind drifted to Carlos and Bethany. Are they reincarnated now? Have they found peace, happiness—even forgiveness? Because I certainly haven’t. My soul burns with a fire they lit long ago, one that refuses to die. They may have moved on, but I’m still trapped in this endless cycle of pain and vengeance. Their ghosts haunt me, not with mercy, but with a reminder that some debts are never paid. And until I shatter everything they hold dear, I won’t find the peace they so easily claimed.

Vosvak stepped on top of the destroyed body of the priest, gasping for air. He spread his arms wide. The floor opened up. Bones flowed upwards. The corpses of long-dead plague victims shambled up, not alive but not quite dead. Vosvak ate them, sipped the last bits of their residual spirits, sucked on what he could. It wasn't fresh.but it was fuel. And he spoke: "I present this village as evidence of my return. I present its souls to the darkness that shaped me. The world will burn, and I." his voice shattered into a scream "I will become vengeance incarnate."

Pain seared through my scalp as my hair was yanked, and the next thing I knew, I was thrown back with such force that the flowerpot in my arms shattered on the ground. Julian stepped past me, wrapping his arms protectively around the weeping Averil. "Victoria, so what if that rag was something your murderer of a mother left behind? It’s just a rag. Using it as one is fitting." My mind exploded, the words echoing like a deafening roar. With one hand clutching the torn handkerchief and the other gripping a jagged piece of the broken flowerpot, only one thought consumed me, “Die! They both deserve to die!”

"The female ghosts in the manifestation became vengeful spirits because everyone in the town had wronged them. When the arcane practitioners went to Willowstead, they didn't avenge them. "Instead, they showed the townsfolk how to suppress them. Even the wives of army men were all buried under the locust tree. They wanted to foster fortune through vengefulness. "The townsfolk are evil beyond redemption, to begin with, and yet they were granted some fateful opportunities they didn't deserve. "We thought it was the dark beings that were fostered by the female ghosts' vengefulness, but the fact was that someone altered Willowstead's manifestation when the townsfolk were still alive.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

It was as if a person had suddenly been hit by ten thousand tentacles on the horns and was constantly sent flying. "No, you can't be so strong." Samuel gritted his teeth and said unwillingly. "I'm so strong. You've offended the wrong person. Go to hell and repent. Cry and shout for what you've done today!" "Roar!" Roars of All Souls!! Then, countless vengeful spirits jumped, climbed, and pulled each other. Like fierce beasts that had not eaten for a long time, they desperately rushed to Samuel. Soon, hundreds of ghosts had piled up on Samuel's body and piled up dozens of meters high. These ghosts were desperately squeezing each other and biting Samuel crazily.

Feeling like what he hid had to be so unbearably obvious that she very well knew. “I highly doubt that. I find it far more likely, your only purpose in helping me, is to see if you can hurt me!” She sobbed. Swallowing a hard lump. “You made that painfully clear in that tavern!” I was angry. He stiffened. In his silence, his body tightened until it was like iron against her. “Is it even possible to hurt you?” Contempt entered his voice. Hiding his own shame for his vengeful actions. “Is there even a beating heart still inside you?”

My eyes reflexively shot back in Helen’s direction, and to my disgust, Lord Grego was creaming some grapes with some of the olive oil that dripped down her body. ‘Marco is away on business, and the pretty run away damsel is still on the run from her lover’ Laughter erupted again on the table, but this time I was a bit relieved with the results rather than angry.. It still bothered me, what they said, and I couldn’t wait for the meeting to end to start looking into the matter. It couldn’t be possible. Valeria could never do something like that to me. Valeria knew just how much I hate Marcos. Our families had always been In a tight tug since the night of the great fire - a night I do not want

The ghost of Elva’s past came forth from hell. Elva’s lips shook. There were countless women who was staring at Elva. Nearly all of them were faceless. “I’m sure you’re thrilled to see your past.” Every single one that Elva have killed have appeared before her. They were snarling at her. Some were licking their lips as they couldn’t wait to get revenge on her. Some were getting ready to taste her. Eye for an eye. Agatha waved her hand, and the spirits were jumping and flipping around with joy. They were cackling noisily. Elva was going to be free to them.