City Of Ghosts Book 2 Novels & Stories

Instead, I grab the nearest chair and hurl it against the wall. The sound of wood splintering is satisfying, but it’s not enough. I grab the next thing—one of my father’s old books, the spine cracking as I throw it across the room. The lamp follows, shattering against the floor. The glass crunches beneath my boots as I pace, my mind screaming, my pulse fucking pounding. Ghost paid them. Ghost set it up. Every fucking time I close my eyes, I see that room. I hear my own voice—pleading, bargaining, fucking desperate. And then I hear his, smooth and calculated, trying to call it off after it was too fucking late.

I set the vase in the trash. Phones lit. Thermals painted the map like a bruise. A fixer traced three shell companies back to one procurement account that an Iron Fang auditor would recognise. The south-border grid flickered twice, then briefly cut. “Ghost them,” I said. The room obeyed. Beyond the glass, the city was a net I intended to pull taut. Past the river, borders were a story men told. I would write a new one with steel and sky. The rogue’s words stained the floor: toward Iron Fang lines.

They descended hard. Anya swung cold stone with a grunt, Corven's limp body thudding down beside her. Stale, icy wind from the catacombs caressed her skin like breath from a dead deity. She coughed, sat up, and opened her eyes through the darkness. Ell'shivar. City of tombs. They'd succeeded. Ghost lights cast a faint, ghostly glow above great arches carved of fossil bone and obsidian. The entire city below the Dominion thrummed weakly with old, forgotten sorcery—unmapped, forbidden, interred.

screamed Ghost in the doorway to the office. A shot rang out. It echoed off the walls. Out of the corner of her eye, Amber watched Ghost drop to the concrete floor only feet away. A trail of crimson seeped out from around him, reaching towards Amber. She was frozen. Muted. Her brain not working. But luckily Grayson reacted by knocking Amber flat against the floor, pinning her beneath his body as a hail of gunfire sprayed over their heads.

Lila POV And with that, Feargus punches a set of numbers into the security lock. The door clicks open, and he steps back. With a nod from Caleb, I follow him inside, my breath streaming out in front of me. Nyxies I can totally deal with. Ghosts, on the other hand, are another kettle of fish I’d much rather avoid. At least with demons, I can physically see them and drag their asses back to Hell. But dead people left to rot in an underground city?

Finally, I slipped out the side door and into the night. ………. Driving felt strange. Like slipping into a skin I had not worn in years. I gripped the steering wheel tight as streetlights blurred past, one after another. The city was not quiet, Whales was never quiet but inside me, it was. All I thought was Dock 9. It was where the ghosts lived. Memories crouched in the shadows: of blood-stained clothes, whispered names, rain getaways. It had been my safehouse once. Now it felt like an ambush point. Don stood against one of the rusted shipping crates, arms crossed as I approached. The years hadn't changed him much. He still looked half-warrior, half-wreckage. His eyes hadn't lost any of their

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Chapter: 19 ****** Christopher and Zyter could feel the urgency in the air as they made their way toward the mountains, their core-bane swords glinting in the fading light. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a veil of darkness over the land, adding an ominous glow to their mission. The howling wind brushed against their faces, carrying whispers of the approaching evil with it. As they reached the foothills, a chilling presence engulfed them. The Blood Ghosts, ethereal beings cursed to roam the night, were known for their relentless hunger for human souls. And they were on the brink of infesting the city, bringing only death and despair.

"Even if I can't forget him, it's only because I can't forget how he abandoned me when I was at my lowest, most desperate point. If I don't make him pay with my own hands, I'll never have peace. "I brought you here because I thought he might be hiding out. I need to find him so he can do your surgery." Once Nicky was sure there was no love left in her heart for me, he relaxed. He pulled her into a tender embrace. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood." They left that dusty, forgotten place—but not before smashing our wedding photo to pieces and burning it. The flames consumed the picture, and it felt like they were consuming my soul along with it. Days passed. Adeline still hadn't heard from me.

"And the beginning of your nightmare." He walked past the groaning men, his stride long and purposeful. He reached Lily and took her hand. They didn't look at the carnage left in their wake, nor at the men who were slowly backing away, realizing that they were hunting a ghost that had already decided to haunt them. They walked out of the industrial district and into the heart of the city. The sirens began to wail in the distance—the sound of the world waking up to the fire he had lit. The city was full of enemies, full of ghosts, and full of the people who had tried to build their lives on his ruin.