Cod Ghost Riley Novels & Stories

I turn sharply at the sound of that voice. Riley Cordswell. Mother’s ally. Both of them, were hurt by the same person. My uncle. Mum’s brother, Gerald Ford. Riley Cordswell steps closer, his eyes lazily taking the kneeling man in. “You've grown soft protecting all the creatures." Riley circles me slowly. His tone dark. Menacing. He stops in front of me. Gaze hard as steel. "Otherwise, take his life.” My gaze narrows. “But trespassing isn’t enough crime for me to…”

She was a skeptic at heart, but the paycheck was too good to pass up. The man leading the investigation was Elias Crowe, legendary ghost hunter, ex-military, and built like a weapon. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing dark eyes, a scruffy jaw, and a deep voice that commanded attention. His black tactical gear hugged every muscle as he moved through the decaying halls with quiet confidence, EVP recorder in one hand and flashlight in the other. “Stay close, Riley,” he murmured as they entered the grand ballroom, dust swirling in their flashlight beams. “This place doesn’t play nice after midnight.”

You never walked in without being watched. At the far end, a battered steel door sat beneath a flickering red light. Riley walked up and knocked three times — slow, fast, slow. A slit opened in the metal. A woman’s eyes narrowed from the other side. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “Hi, Romy,” Riley said. “Missed you too.” The door creaked open. --- Romy looked like a ghost that had survived a fire and then lit another one just for fun. Tall and sharp-eyed, she wore a dark trench coat with knives strapped to her thighs and silver rings on every finger. Her hair was coiled into dreadlocks streaked with blue, and her gaze lingered too long on Jaxon before she turned to Riley with arms crossed.

Faelan said, giving Ash a concerned look. “Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice,” Ash replied, looking on in horror. Cole led the team down the hallway to the closed double doors at the end of it. Xavier came to stand by his side. “There are more people in there,” Xavier said, almost inaudible. “I certainly hope so,” Cole whispered back and asked Xavier to stand back. He blasted the door open and stayed with his back hugging the side wall. Bullets rain through the door, falling ten per shot on the marble floor. When the firing ceased, Cole threw in a smoke grenade, and rushed in, killing the ten men, guarding Rufus and a fray strange-looking boy on the bed.