Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

It had been a good idea to sneak around the side of the house the way we had, making a run for the gate when Alexander and Darlene had their back turned, the brief flashes of lightning tearing through the black sky above only serves to illuminate the shrub-covered path. Ghost sighed heavily, and the car was filled with tense silence only broken by our ragged breathing and clips of thunder that blinded me with every fluorescent flash. “Say, isn't Laura Diego your woman Frederick?” Ghost whispered abruptly and I gave a jerky start, inhaling sharply and risking a look beside me to find that the man was sweating., the pale cast of the moon on his face made him appear ghostly. “What’s that got to

While he’s distracted, I push the button on the steering wheel and hear the little dinging sound. “CALL ASHLEY ENGLISH!” I scream into the air over Ghost’s howling. I race through a red light, wondering how long I can drive before my wolf mate murders me. “Milo? What’s up?” Ashley sounds as bubbly as usual. “ASH! I NEED HELP!” I make a hard left to throw Ghost off balance again. “GHOST is going berserk!” “Ghost?” She takes a moment to think. “Oh! What happened?” Ghost roars at the phantom sound of Ashley’s voice, thrashing his head back and forth to find the intruder.

“Remind me to embroider that on a pillow.” Rhoades clears his throat by the door. “Car’s ready.” Lyra If wealth had a smell, it would be the inside of this car—leather, restraint, and the faintest note of danger. Dante sits beside me, checking his phone like a man who’s never had to scroll too long for good news. The driver turns off the main avenue, and the gala looms ahead: chandeliers visible from the street, cameras blooming like flowers. “Remember,” Dante says, sliding his phone away. “We’re not here to convince anyone we’re happy. Just credible.”

From the main cabin, I heard Lucian’s sharp, authoritative voice bark out an order to his security team, followed by the rapid pounding of heavy boots on the deck above. "Report! What happened to the main generators?" Lucian shouted, his voice coming closer. Before anyone could answer, a blinding, razor-sharp beam of light cut through the black fog from the open ocean, locking directly onto the stern of the yacht where I stood. A massive, sleek black vessel completely unlit and running dark reared out of the mist like a phantom, cutting through the water at terrifying speed, heading straight for our starboard side. Through the roaring wind, a heavy mechanical winch echoed across the water, a

Chapter 103:warehouse Ghost’s POV I drove slowly down the dirt road, keeping my hands steady on the wheel. The van rolled forward without a sound. The moon above lit the way, and the air was still. I could feel it in my chest. The moment was close. After everything I’d done, everything I’d planned… it was time. I looked into the rearview mirror. She was still there. Diana.

The ghost killer in Sadie's hands was a spirit's soul, and it could move freely. Sadie lifted her right hand and pointed at Dolores, chanting something in an unknown language. There was a strange glow on Sadie's lips, she was smiling. Dolores held tight onto Marcel's arm, knowing this is the final moment of her life. A bright flash blinded them. Dolores screamed loudly, Marcel held her, shielding her from the attack. Dust and debris scattered everywhere, the smell of ozone filled their nostrils, when they regained their senses, the ghost Sadie was nowhere to be seen.

The desert road stretched for miles, dry and cracked under the sun. The Black Ravens rode tight, engines roaring in sync. Ashley was in the middle, helmet on, heart pounding with every turn of the wheels. Ace’s voice came through her earpiece. “You still good, Ghost?” “Still moving,” she said. “But your friends have terrible taste in music.” “Don’t start trouble till I catch up,” Ace warned. He sounded calm, but she could tell he was worried.

"Cassia… thank you. If it weren't for you…" She held my gaze. Her eyes were deep, her voice low. "I'm sorry, Damon. I came too late." The room fell quiet again. After a moment, she spoke, her tone calm and steady. "What you said before… does it still stand?" She didn't look away. "If I take down Vance Group for you, then you–" "Yes." I lifted my head and met her eyes. "Yes. Take it down. As long as you destroy Stella and her company completely, every share I own is yours."

—D* Lucas stares at the message, a terrible realization dawning. Whether it's truly Damien returned from the dead or someone using his memory as a weapon, the result is the same: the past he thought was buried has risen from its grave, hungry for retribution. And he has no idea how to fight a ghost.

No way was she going to him! After driving for hours, Lara stopped the car and got out. It was dark and cold and wet, just like that other day long ago, that day she couldn’t bear to remember. She straightened slight shoulders, tightened the sash on her raincoat, and lifted her head high as she crossed the parking lot.