Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

He quirked one teasing brow. Emily froze. She didn't want to offend them. Again. But she hadn't covered her surprise well enough, and it was too late to deny it. "Yes, actually," she admitted. "Like castles and moats-" "And a guy in a cape who 'vants to zuck yer blood'?" Paoli asked in his best Lon Chaney voice as he carried Amber past them and into the house. Her face flushed warm again. Maybe not the last part, but she certainly didn't expect them to be living in a completely normal split level just outside of a small town. She really had a lot to learn about the world she'd tumbled into.

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

If he hates me, I suppose he has every right to. Max gently tugged on her sleeve, looking at her with complete affection. "Mom, you're too kind. He's already dead, yet he still keeps haunting your dreams. Dad's only doing this to protect you." Joshua gave a quiet hum in agreement and gently stroked Cecilia's cheek. "Be good. As long as it helps you feel at peace, nothing else matters." Then, without a trace of emotion, he opened the urn. The way he looked at it, no one would have guessed it held the ashes of his own flesh and blood.

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

Leslie's wolf—Melissa—was already rising inside her, but Ghost didn't give them time. He grabbed the jacket off the floor and stormed out of the room, down the hallway, and straight to the club exit. Sable was walking away from Lucas as he grabbed her arm. He touched her. He fucking dared to touch her. Ghost stormed up and grabbed Lucas by the throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air. With a roar, he slammed him into a nearby car, his back colliding with the metal with a sickening crunch. Ghost didn’t let go. His hand stayed wrapped around Lucas’s throat like a vice.

He looks at me and nods once. Permission granted. Tonight the pack answers to the storm queen. 4:30 p.m. – Ohio Club basement Al Capone and thirty of the hardest ghosts in the afterlife are cleaning spectral tommy guns and pouring ghost-gin into flasks. Frankie Yale hands me a sawed-off made of pure moonlight. Frankie: “Point and think loud, doll. It’ll sing for you.” Al himself just tips his hat. Al: “Tonight we finish what we started in ’33.

“All right. Now, show me the gift Dalton brought us before his men get here.” Matt and Williamson entered lockup. Carter and Lawrence were on watch. Because they were short staffed, Carter had to pull double duty. He had to be the deputy on the night shift and help Lawrence watch Ghost. Lawrence had come in at midnight to relieve Goldman. Carter and Lawrence were armed with their sidearms and rifles. If Ghost breathed wrong, they were going to shoot him, no question. Ghost laid on his back. He glanced over at Matt and Williamson when they came in. Matt stepped close to the bars. “I bet you didn’t think you’d be in here again.”

“What’s that light?” Jackson peered over Adam’s shoulder. “It’s coming our way, whatever it is.” “It looks like a bunch of lanterns.” Mike went to the door and pulled it open far enough to get a better look outside. “It’s a group of men. Looks like the same ones who keep showin’ up afternoons and then disappearin’, plus more.” Roy squinted. “It kinda looks like a mob. See? There’s some behind the ones carryin’ the lanterns.”