Novelas y relatos de City Of Ghosts Book 2

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.

I wouldn’t know what to tell her if she did. Fabiano’s words still hum behind my eyes. Mikhail’s back. Like a curse whispered in a cathedral. Like a ghost I’d buried under enough concrete and blood to keep him dead for a lifetime. The truth is, ghosts don’t die. They wait. The city looks different tonight. The skyline cuts through the clouds like jagged glass. Lights blink and vanish behind the fog rolling in from the Hudson. Every sound feels amplified, the faint buzz of traffic from the bridge, a distant horn, the shuffle of my boots grinding against the concrete path.

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.

Hands that broke away from me to look for new gauze in the bag, which he fixed to my skin with adhesive strips. Was it just imagining it, or did his fingers linger on my hip longer than necessary? Reese '"Got it. Send me the data to my cell phone ”, tore me out of my thoughts. He hastily made the cell phone disappear into the rain-soaked coat and set about stowing the superfluous bandages back into the bag. "What's going on?" I wanted to know. "New Order. Several proles make the city center unsafe. " It drove those senseless thoughts out of my head faster than anything else could.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

It's my first time to stay in the city and my eyes sparkled to see the city lights and busy cars. I sighed. " There's nothing outside!" I mumbled. I decided to go back inside when I heard a growling sound behind me. My heart pounded so fast and my legs were locked. I closed my eyes and took all the courage I had left in myself and turned to face this wild beast behind me. When I finally turned to face him, I saw a grey wolf in front of me. I wanted to scream and called someone's help but I didn't when I saw him sat on the ground.