Boozoo's Ghost Novels & Stories

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”

“Even the big, bad Bowden Storm can’t fight a ghost.” “Ghosts,” Bowden says softly. “That’s not what it was." I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. "Finish up and get down here. You’re making me nervous.” He breaks our connection and I hurry to finish before he comes up here to check on me himself.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

The chilling atmosphere sent shivers down everyone's spine. The people who waited in line screamed because they felt the presence of evil spirits. They quickly backed away. Sammy and Dom were also frightened, turning pale. They stood close to Wilbur and did not dare to move an inch. "My Ghost Formation Spell will take your life away," yelled Moose. Wilbur sneered and said, "Don't speak so highly of bad voodoo." Moose turned angry from indignation. He yelled in a rageful tone, "Die!" Countless ghosts appeared in an instant. They lunged toward Wilbur with sharp claws.

"I was quite busy back then." Russell didn’t think much of it and nodded. "When did you start studying medicine?" Zoey thought for a moment. "Not long after I went to Corbourne. Corbourne has no gun control, so shootings happen quite often. One night, after evening classes, I passed an alley and found an almost dying Octavio. I just happened to take him home. Turns out, he was my teacher’s senior brother, and through that, I met my teacher, who is known as Dr. Ghost."