Wife Ghost Novels & Stories

The Mayor was now looking at me as though I were a sullied creature. “It’s not true!” I cried. “He’s the dark creature. Not another!” “See?” Mathis looked at the Mayor. “The tongue of the witch speaking through her.” “Who would do that?” “Who has she been in close contact with the last three days?” “She’s only ever with Udora Lance.” The Mayor sputtered in shock. A fact which everyone knows. My blue eyes flew to Mathis horrified. I tilted my head and began to shake it. Suddenly realizing his game.

She raised a hand and clapped once, lightly. At the far end of the corridor, two shapes appeared. Not the household staff. Not Ryan's vampire guards. Ghouls. Lilian's pupils glinted with something cold. And then, for a moment, I noticed it—the vacancy in her expression, the hollow flatness that mirrored the creatures behind her. She had lost every last trace of her humanity. Lilian frowned, a little confused by my long stare. She looked mildly thirsty and told one of them to fetch the blood Ryan had stored for her.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, “They say this place is haunted.” Jackson’s jaw tightened as he struggled with a response. Should he admit to her that he agreed with the rumor? Should he tell her that, like Mike and her father, he’d seen and felt things that shouldn’t have been there? He hadn’t even admitted that to the men. He’d only admitted to the place giving him the creeps. Something inside of him kept him from voicing it. It was as if voicing it would make it real. “I saw that woman looking out of the window,” Melody confessed. “She’s not right. She looks dead.”

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

But old ghost did not respond and simply ordered someone that was behind her Jasmine followed old man ghost hand and saw he was actually commanding a baby ghost that was now clinging to Wanda neck… Jasmine looked at cold blue face of baby ghost who looked like he was killed by stabbing him in stomach, there was a big wound hole in his stomach and skin around it was brutally ripped out, seeing this Jasmine felt pity for baby ghost but she saw that ghost soon turned into its monstrous for as he quickly bite in back of wanda’s neck “AAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………………………..” Wanda screamed and horrified turned around when she found a baby ghost was eating her flesh on neck, she quickly started

There was a smell of something starting to burn and immediately, he ran into the kitchen to see water overflowing from the pot of soggy and slightly charred pasta. Laura was alarmed when the accident happened. She didn't know how to make anything stop and watched helplessly as the water overflowed. If she were human she would have smelled the burning but because she was a ghost, she could only assume that it was the water overflowing from overboiling and not the pasta burning at the bottom of the pot that was a bigger problem.

They were all around her. Soon the dead surrounded her. Some on top of her. Some on her sides. Hungrily, they started to chew on her flesh. One of the ghost bite her in the nose. “AHHHH!” screeched Elva. Agatha looked at her as it didn’t bothered her. “You! You- STOP them! I’m being eaten alive!” shouted Elva. One of the woman without her tongue, tilted her head back and forth at Elva’s lips. She then grabbed Elva’s face and bit her mouth. She chewed on Elva’s lips, tasting her blood.

the young woman asked. "Ghosts, Love." "Are you telling me that ghosts exist?" whispered Bianca. "I'm a fucking werewolf, Love. Why shouldn't those motherfuckers exist?" snarled Black. _ Those motherfuckers need to die... shit, they're already dead! How do you kill a fucking ghost?" whined Maska, putting his paws over his eyes.

The Wicked Witch stood tall as she came to the ruined Village. She looked everywhere, raising her staff with closed eyes to listen to the wandering souls around. She prepared herself, for the good, the bad and the worst. A month had passed since the massacre happened to the Village. It had been quite a long time since Calleb marked the young woman named Accashia. A month is enough for a pure soul to be tainted. To be filled with fear, remorse and regret. For if the soul hasn’t been harvested by the ram within the time of death — the soul becomes a ghoul. Wicked. Spiteful. Dark.

The wind wailed afore the catastrophe and the trees shook their leaves slowly as though pitying us. We had been told earlier that we need each other for survival but none was cautioned that the golden orb we all embarked on for our specie was to spawn wickedness and jealousy in our hearts as we tried to secure it for ourselves—and specie. Margaret was the first to get to it; the orb. She was a werewolf, the fittest of us all. As she touched the orb, hundreds of spooky ghosts like the shadows of varmint, soared from above the ground and attacked her like a swarm of angry bees. Before I fled, two ghosts pulled out her eyeballs before floating into her sockets. Another laughed as it forced its