A oneshot written in your point of view in where you go to a Subvision concert and meet the band's vocalist, Tobias Forge. Years later, you go to a Ghost concert, and find out you do know the evil pope that everyone knows and adores.

Vera is the tour manager of Ghost. Pretty much living with 6 fuckwits is not always easy. Find out what happens when she decides to join them in their Christmas vacation. Lot of smut, fun and the plot thickens with each and every chapter. Things might turn dark~

Strong into the years of the Ghost project the unholy church of Ghost had actually made quite the impact. Three Papa's, multiple tours, albums. Plus the large increase in followers. Everything had been going perfectly. The blood Moon is slowly approaching which means it is time for Papa Emeritus to choose which Sister Of Sin he will make his lovely bride, to rule by his side for the rest of his days as Papa. After a traumatic experience takes hold of a young woman she decides to give her life to the dark lord. But is she ready for what is ahead? *TRIGGER WARNING* Just a Quick heads up, this fanfic will contain some pretty heavy subject matter so consider yourself warned.

Evelyn's sister and nephew are burned for Witchcraft; now Evelyn is next. There's only one problem: Josephine was innocent, Evelyn isn't. Now the only way she can survive is to run. To run away from everything and towards the infinite void that the deep, dark Forest promises. That is, until she stumbles upon the Dark Vale. In the Vale, Evelyn meets the Sisters of Sin and their leader, Papa Emeritus. Little does Evelyn know, Papa Emeritus has been plagued with dreams of a mysterious woman who has powers beyond this world. Will he finally have the answers to his visions, or will Evelyn disappear just as she has before? Will Evelyn escape the Vale and evade the Hunters before it is too late? Mature content--Reader discretion is advised *I do not own Ghost or it's affiliates. I only own my OCs. Also, I do not own any of the artwork/photography featured in this story. All rights belong to their owners. Read The Fire Within now, the sequel to this novel!

La riqueza y el poder se juegan en base al cáliz sagrado del que todos desean beber: una joven que se debate entre el amor de tres demonios. "No sabes en lo que te estas metiendo, Anna..." --------------- Papa Emeritus III ✖ Cardinal Copia (Papa Emeritus IV) ✖ Nameless ghoul (Alpha/fire) ✖ Lector (Reader) --------------- La historia es mía. Papa Emeritus III. IV, Cardinal Copia & Nameless Ghoul belongs to T.F./The Band Ghost (GHOST BC). ¡Un abrazo lectores! --------------- 24/12/18 #5 - papaemeritus 27/12/18 #8 - ghost

Inglaterra 1984, uma jovem órfão completa seus esperados 18 anos para seguir a busca por seu irmão mais novo que foi adotado e afastado dela há 4 anos, mas seus planos mudam quando é engolida por um bosque de pinheiros que a leva a um estranho local onde o tempo parou, um casarão repleto de misteriosos moradores e segredos, onde todos permanecem presos pela eternidade. Elionor conseguirá fugir do casarão e encontrar seu irmão? Ou ficará presa para sempre no Casarão Gregory? *AVISO: Terminada e em revisão*

Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life? Hayley "Brit" Thames has the power to change Michael Jackson's future, and without knowing it, he has the power to make her love life again after something terrible happened to her. But nothing is that easy when fate is playing against you. *** "Here! I'm here," I exclaimed, as I found my way through the sea of people, ignoring the fact that my head was more and more aching as time passed by. "Ah, here she is," Carl smiled, and put his hand on my lower back. "Mr. Jackson, please meet Hayley Thames, one of the most passionate doctor I've ever met," he adressed the superstar who had Bethany on his lap. "Pleased to meet you," Michael Jackson smiled, standing up. He offered me his hand for me to shake it. "I've heard only great things about you so far." "I'm glad," I answered back, faking a smile, as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. "N-Nice to meet you too, sir." At the second my hand made contact with his, my eyes couldn't see, my ears couldn't hear, my limbs couldn't move. It's like I was drowning in an ocean of images of him, of flashes I couldn't understand with people I didn't know. The only thing that seemed to be there, omnipresent, was him, Michael Jackson. It's like I could feel him invading my mind, like he was taking place in there without my approval. And then, nothing. Nothing but darkness.

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.

Deena Jones foi obrigada a largar sua vida e seus sonhos para se dedicar ao seu casamento com James Harrington, um poderoso mafioso de Chicago. O que ela não esperava era que seu caminho cruzasse com o de Michael Jackson, um jovem charmoso que chega à cidade cheio de mistérios.