Wife Ghost Novels & Stories

I could hear whispers—low, guttural voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand, their words laced with malice. The tombstone shifted, the stone creaking as it began to rise, revealing a dark, yawning pit beneath it. My heart raced, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was it. The moment we had feared. The witch’s resting place had been disturbed. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wail pierced the air, and a ghostly figure began to rise from the tomb, her form shimmering and translucent. She was cloaked in shadow, her face obscured, but her presence was undeniable. Power radiated off her in waves, and the air crackled with dark magic.

Warning me. Damon’s jaw tensed. “What kind of warning?” She looked up at him, her voice thin as wind. “That not all ghosts stay dead.”

Memories of the chilling night she spent guarding the family mausoleum flooded back, rendering her unable to sleep without lights until now. Just as she contemplated seeking help, the lights flickered back to life. But her moment of relief was fleeting. Just as she stood clad in nothing but her undergarments, the lights dimmed once more, accompanied by eerie wails reminiscent of that ominous night. Clara knew this was no mere coincidence; someone was behind it. Summoning her courage, she hastily dressed, intent on fleeing the room. Yet before she could act, a ghostly figure materialized at the window. Its headless form dripped with blood, lunging toward her with a chilling cry for her life.

I let her banter, hoping she would feel relieved after letting it all out of her chest. “The woman I wanted last night was a wife of a hunter. The husband saw me. He was skilled and other hunters came as well. He was quick to alarm the others. I was just barely able to escape. Hunters, like them, use high technology gadgets to locate ghosts and other supernatural like us, especially if we are anointed by the blood of the victim or they got a sample of ours.” She turned around to face me. Her nervousness was all over her face.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.

Even the zombies were not able to last even one second. With Greedy Wolf in his hand, Chase released a blade aura that was two feet long. A white blade flash formed into half a circle. Any undead that touched it would instantly turn to black dust. After about half an hour, these underlings were completely destroyed. That was when a giant, rotting old hag who was about ten feet tall crawled over like a spider. She moved with agile speed and made no sound, just like a phantom ghost. All three of them were shocked by her appearance.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

“Scar…Scarlett…” “I’m sorry!” Scarlett shut her eyes as she pulled the trigger. “That’s so much fun!” Killian beamed clapping his hands together. Scarlett stared at the gun in confusion before a scream left my mouth as blood splattered all around, painting the white wedding dress I adorned. Suddenly, another scream erupted from my mouth as Scarlett's lifeless body collapsed to the ground. Ralph flipped the paperweight in his hand and smashed it against Scarlett's head, abruptly hushing her cries.