Vengeful Ghosts Novels & Stories

It was as if she was possessed, possessed by a demon of terror. Frenger's eyes were vague, blank, unpredictable. He was scared. That Annabelle could tell as his glances were too weak and his head tilted and turned too slowly. " Vanessa," he said, as his voice shriveled. He fiddled the key to the lock on the door, his neck elongating at the pass of each second. His vague gaze were fixed on the key. Annabelle swallowed. What had happened to Vanessa?. She hoped she hadn't done something unforgivable. She hoped the demon hadn't made her do something monstrous.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

“Then why does it feel like you’re chasing a ghost?” Her perfume filled the air, cloying, suffocating. I pulled my hand away, jaw tightening. “Because ghosts don’t get to rise from the grave and parade around as if they’re untouchable.” My voice sharpened, venom dripping with every word. “She should have stayed buried. But now…” I leaned forward, my reflection catching in the dark screen. My eyes were fever-bright, consumed. “Now, I’ll make sure she regrets ever stepping into the light.”

Nothing would ever return his arms and that annoyed him so much. The Wraith stood motionless in the center of the room like a pillar of concentrated violence, just listening to them speak. Just absorbing their words about how happy they were that Jason Wolfe was dead. How they were already planning their revenge against his associates. How they thought they'd won some great victory. Their ignorance was almost painful to witness. These people had no idea, absolutely no fucking clue, what they had done. What they had tried to do. It just reinforced his growing belief that these people weren't just ignorant; they were dangerously, catastrophically stupid.

The original Ashlyn had loved purely, trusted completely – and they had destroyed her for it. She glanced one final time around the room, observing remnants of a life that was abruptly ended due to betrayal. She vowed to seek revenge for the ghost of the first Ashlyn. They will not escape the consequences of their actions towards you. To us." After ransacking her old room for the missing script, she stormed back downstairs to find Penelope practically in Christopher's lap. "Where is it?" Ashlyn demanded. Mrs. Knight frowned. "Where's what?" "The script. My fricking script."

"Isn't it enough that you offended them? These two little devils are both children of Eugene Vincent, and one of them was knocked off your body." "Little ghosts are the most difficult to deal with. They are reincarnated, I don't know how long they wait for an opportunity, but what is the result? They haven't been born yet, and they haven't had time to open their eyes yet. Looking at this world, you were brutally murdered. How could those two reincarnated little devils not harbor resentment? How could they not hate you?" "Just in time, Eugene Vincent's body was extremely weak. When the yin and yang were waning, those two little devils came to the door. They must be entangled with you, but the

"You are asking for the moon. Look in the mirror and see how ugly you are. You want me to become your woman? What wishful thinking! "It is really Caleb's fault for not taking care of a despicable villain like you back then! Instead, he lets you stir up trouble now!"

In the end, she said nothing and just nodded. "Say, what did he do after getting reincarnated?" The other girl asked and the little storyteller sighed in sadness. "He turned evil and is now taking revenge, from the world that turned his back on him when he needed them the most." The girl said and lowered her eyes while shaking her head. Megara kept silent, keenly hearing her words. "Do you know his name?" Megara asked and the girl shook her head. "But he is known as the 'Ghost of vengeance'." The girl let out and drank down her hot tea, nearly scalding her mouth.

Bella asked. "No one but them, they are responsible for the death of all my family.. the Vanguard army chief executive officer collaborated with other higher ranked officers and killed my family, all because my father did better than them during his role as a soldier, he did many great things and then retired, and then he was promised by the governor that he will return as the army chief staff of the state, they become so jealous of him, and have been looking for a way to kill him, so they trapped us the day of werewolf" Kambiri explained.

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.