Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

he soliloquizes yawning loudly and rubbing his stomach while licking his lips. "Choose wisely son. On the end of one of these lanes is a lake that will take you to the cave of the broken spirits. Do not make a mistake cause if you do you're going to lose your life and that of the female you're going to save. Good luck male" a voice of an elderly male mutters. ***

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

Her boots echoed in the cavernous space as she stepped onto the cold cement floor. A mechanical hum started. Lights flickered on. Dozens of masked men emerged from the shadows. Silent. Armed. And then— Ghost. He wore a sleek matte-black helmet, no features, voice warped by a modulator. “You came,” Ghost said. “I don’t break promises,” Juliette replied, chin high. He stepped closer. “And yet, you’ve broken everything else. The empire. The legacy. Damon’s illusions.” She didn’t flinch. “Where’s the boy?”

My eyes burned, but a single page pulled me upright. Coordinates. A string of them, written backward in mirror script. I grabbed a sheet of scrap paper, reversed the numbers, and felt a chill. Ghost Harbor. The words pulsed like a warning or an invitation. Damien leaned over my shoulder. “That’s where we finish this.” Before I could answer, the overhead lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then darkness swallowed the room. Mom’s sharp intake of breath echoed in the silence. From the ventilation shaft came a low, deliberate whisper.

"We'll come get you. Soon. I promise." Luca's face fell. But he went. Obedient. Scared by the tone he had not heard before. The moment his door closed, Dante had his gun out. Aimed at Ghost. "Don't move," Dante said. "Don't even fucking breathe wrong." Ghost didn't move. Just sat there truly unborthered and Calm. Hands visible. No weapon. He was too confident for my liking when he needed to be humble. "You went to the church," he said. Not a question. "Found the pact. The files. All of it."

“We can’t track them. They strike, vanish, leave nothing but fire behind.” Dante paced the length of the room, rage coiled tight inside him. “Every ghost has a grave. I’ll find theirs.” Amara’s gaze lingered on the reports, her sharp mind piecing together threads others missed. “No grave,” she murmured. “Ashes don’t bury. They spread.” Dante stilled, turning to her. “What are you saying?”

CHAPTER 3. A red Lamborghini Aventador swept through the driveway of the nightclub, coming to a halt with a vivid screech. Scar was the first to hop out from the driver's seat, and then Ghost followed, getting down from the passenger's seat. With his dark shades concealing his blue orbs, he put the area under tight scrutiny. His eyes swept through the unending queue of scantily dressed females and horny males. There was no sign of a threat, nothing he should be wary of.

Lana stood up from her seat, glaring at Grey who sat, shocked, his hand over his forehead. “Are you insane?” Lana asked, her voice terrifyingly low. She looked like she could strangle Grey then. “Are you trying to kill me? This face can buy a hundred of you and still have change.” Grey countered, even though he visibly gulped. Lana feigned shock, mouth open. “Really? Why are you interning here then? Why aren't you off making that money somewhere else?”

We crashed through the tunnels like hunted animals, our footfalls echoing off damp concrete walls that seemed to close in with every step. My lungs burned, but not as badly as the mark on my forearm, a constant reminder of debts unpaid and promises broken. Ember's flame-red hair flickered ahead of me in the dim light, a beacon I couldn't afford to lose sight of, not now when Dain's men were breathing down our necks. The tunnel forked ahead. I grabbed Ember's elbow, steering her right without breaking stride. Lena followed, her footsteps nearly silent compared to our desperate scramble. The woman moved like a shadow, something I'd have appreciated if we weren't running for our lives.

"Who the d*mn left nails on the road?" Ashley cursed and was ready to call someone to make the repair. Before she picked up the phone and dialed a number, she heard a strange voice coming to her. She looked over and two ghost-like men in black appeared with no noise in the light of the headlights.