Wife Ghost Novels & Stories

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

The creature said, her voice sounding like whispers her body turn transparent. "It is complicated." Catrina said and the ghost nod. She look at her and ask "what are you doing here?" The ghost suddenly ask. "Am trying to get to hades, do you know where it is?" The ghost stare at her again and said "follow me." Before Catrina could talk the ghost whip her head to a certain direction. "There is a wolf." Catrina follow her train of sight and notice Terrick "I know him, he a friend." The ghost nod.

Cloaked in black. Not Elise. Not someone she knew. “Who are you?” The woman stepped forward. “I’m the one who carried him first. Before your grandmother. Before your mother. Before they tried to control it.” Yvette backed away. “You're dead. You're a ghost.” The woman smiled. “Ghosts don’t bleed.” She held out her hand, and blood trickled from her palm—glowing faintly red. “You think you’re the first? You’re the last. The final vessel. The only one who’s survived this long without breaking.”

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

Miss J went quiet instantly once she heard the young Witch's voice. "Of course, my dear. What is it?" her tone switched instantly. Dante grumbled to himself as he sipped his tea. "I spoke with Hecate again. Karmina's body isn't physically here anymore, but her spirit was released somehow." Willow said, seeing Dante's eyes widen just slightly at the fact she shared. "Did she say how exactly?" Miss J asked her, sounding more awake. "No, but I'm assuming it's based off whatever deal she may have made with a demon." Willow told her.

Her face was mo longer the same , her eyes were red and the marking of Tenebris , distorted her face. " I gave you and that old woman such a wonderful chance to bring me the blood of that woman and you failed me , Wilson " in her creepy spooky ghost like voice " Yet , you dare to complain? You should be thankful that it wasn't you whom I sacrificed to my vessel to appease her anger "

She probably saw us coming up here when the Cloak dissolved, probably even heard Aldrich’s sharply indrawn breath, but she’s unable to see anything. She’s a Werewolf. Her eyes are glowing as she glares at the spot where we are. If she decides to move toward us and prod at the spot with her foot like I know she wants to, she’ll feel us. The Cloak merely renders us invisible; it doesn’t render us into formless beings like the Guardians. Since she’s a Werewolf, I think she’s even catching whiffs of our scent. She takes a couple of steps toward us. We are moments away from being discovered.

She growled again in the dead of the night, showing off her feats towards the phantom who had cut it short by getting off its feet and jumping on her. It suppressed her to the ground, burying its fangs into her neck and driving its claws into her abdomen. She screamed in agony, gradually shifting back into her human form as the phantom grabbed her by her neck. Mila struggled on the ground, gradually lifting her aching body from the ground. Her headache and swollen largely, and her visions were blurry. She couldn't recall vividly what had happened, but gradually she remembered being knocked off the ground by a beast, the phantom! Where was it?