City Of Ghosts Book 2 Novels & Stories

The city moved through its evening outside the walls and Ghost was dead on a police report in a precinct filing cabinet and somewhere in the east wing of a locked estate, Chris Lee — whatever that was, whoever that turned out to be — turned a page. Still here. Just without a name for it yet.

The war entering its terminal phase. Above us, Chicago slept. Below us, monsters prepared to devour each other. And between? Two ghosts who'd accepted damnation as the price of ending hell.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

he whispers. That thought terrifies me more than anything because I knew that Ghost has her scent now and no matter where she goes, he is willingly to follow her to the ends of the earth……fuck. I go back inside, fall onto the bed and open the book, tracing the first line with my thumb.

She would meet this Ghost, whoever it was. As dusk painted the city in shades of purple and grey, Anya ventured out. The streets were a teeming mass of humanity - neon-clad cyberpunks, weary laborers, and shadowy figures lurking in the corners. Anya, cloaked in darkness and her newfound determination, navigated the maze, her senses on high alert.

The night seemed to stretch endlessly, thick with the weight of secrets and the faint smell of danger that clung to the wind. Bianca's heels clicked against the dirt road as though marking her descent into desperation. Her heart raced, her breath shallow, and the shadows pressed closer with each step. She retraced the path she had taken when she first ventured toward Garam City, every rock and tree etched in her memory like cruel reminders. It has to be here… maybe it fell, maybe the book is waiting for me.

“They know no boundaries.” I visibly shuddered. “I’d forgotten about that afternoon. I hope that thing is gone from here.” “I did a few more clearings while you were gone,” she said with earnest. “I’m going to admit that I was shocked and I am still shocked by the number of spirits and ghosts in this place. Believe it or not, I still have some to chase out.” “I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?”

he confesses, “-including the bodies found in the streets on the night they threatened you. There’s no doubt about it, and that’s the part I don’t get. I’ve got guards on the outskirts surrounding the entire city… they haven’t seen them entering and can’t tell me how more bodies seem to be ending up out there. It’s like the bloodsuckers have settled down in the city already. Or they’re getting past us in a way I have thought about… I don’t know. Either way, I think we’re in trouble.” I suddenly feel nauseous as a brewing storm settles within my stomach; gently churning while an unshakeable guilt root’s itself within my bones as I think over the countless human lives that have perished, conve

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Cedric and Helena had rushed to gather the massive pile of black-market credits the exact microsecond the frequency went dead, driving their transport straight to these desolate coordinates without letting a single dominion authority know about the breach. The destination is a completely abandoned, rotting mafia dock that has been out of commission for many years. The entire perimeter features nothing but a few crumbling stone bungalows and several run-down, rusted iron storage warehouses. My parents had been waiting out in the open wind for a long half-hour when suddenly the massive, high-voltage floodlights around the loading bay flicker onto our faces with a loud buzz, startling their wol