Eli From Ghost Whisperer Novels & Stories

She ignored the Architect’s mocking laughter echoing in her mind. She found it. A tiny, flickering spark of silver buried deep within the black smoke of the creature’s heart. “Malachi,” she called out in the silence of her mind. “If you can hear me... if there is anything left of the man who chose me... find the light. Don't look at the Void. Look at me.” The Void-Ghost froze. Its hand began to tremble. The hollow purple eyes flickered, for a split second, back to the stormy silver Elara loved.

Silence fell over the foyer, broken only by the hiss of Elias’s burning skin and the settling of dust. Cat stood at the top of the ruined stairs, her eyes glowing a brilliant, terrifying hazel. She looked down at her hands, which were sparking with residual energy. Elias ripped the silver net apart with a final, bloody effort and stood up. He looked up at her, his expression a mix of absolute terror and pride. "The ghost is awake," he whispered.

Nothing critical yet, but the slippery slope Elias loved to exploit. The second was harder. Defiant. Until I leaned in close, channeling every ounce of the woman who had survived poison, ultimatums, and blood on her own hands. “My daughter almost died because of men like you,” I said softly, dangerously. “If you have even a whisper of contact with The Ghost, tell me now. Because if I find out later, there won’t be mercy. Only the Reaper’s judgment.” He broke. Minor leaks, but enough to confirm another layer of probing. I ordered them both stripped of access, held for full debrief, and replaced with vetted men. The crisis was contained, but it left a sour taste. Elias was still reaching from

Voicemail. “Liana, it’s me. You need to listen carefully. The woman you met, it’s not Elia. She’s an actress, a replica. And the real Elia her remains were found years ago. The DNA’s been altered in both records. That means someone’s rewriting genetic data. Someone close. Call me back.” I hang up, my pulse hammering. The room feels smaller, airless. There’s movement outside my window a figure standing by a lamppost, coat collar high. Watching. I step back into shadow. Lisbon’s full of watchers lately.

Jeffrey freaked out and shouted at me, "No way, this can't be happening. I'm sure I'm dreaming. In the real world, I'm cruising in fancy cars with more cash than I can burn." A guy traveling with us snickered, "He has been binge-watching too much TV. He's totally lost it!" When the big guy snorted, Jeffrey shot me a furious look. "Bracelet, Yasmine! Where's the pearl bracelet I gave you?" I fished it out of my pocket and tossed it down at Jeffrey's feet. "Is this what you're talking about?" I had already had the spell removed by a Spirit Priest after the old beggar got his wish. To play it safe, the priest even melted down the pearl bracelet.

For some reason, Samuel's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment when he heard that name. Elysia… didn't that mean "to part" or "leave"? Could it be her? He hesitated, but by the time he looked again, she was gone. The family of three had no idea there was another person standing nearby. Laughing and chatting happily, they walked away, oblivious to Samuel's presence.

****** AIDEN "Lachlan did... did what?" Neil stutters, his face turning a sickly, ashen pale. "He and his mother murdered my mom," I tell him flatly. This is no family secret I intend to protect. Lachlan thinks smashing my phone settled the matter, but he is dead wrong. I still have my voice, and there is more than one way to reach the file Ghost forwarded to me. He mentioned Ellie. Is she the shadow behind "Ghost"? I knew there was something fractured about that woman from the second we were introduced.

Elena hissed, her voice sounding distorted, like a recording played at the wrong speed. "I’m not in your head, Elena," a voice whispered not from the speakers, but from the base of her brain. It was Lira. But it wasn't the broken, weeping Lira from the servers. This voice was cold, precise, and ravenous. "I’m in your synapses. I’m the ghost in your machine. And honestly? It’s much warmer in here than it was in the glass."

I looked at the dead server, the empty accounts, the life I’d just wiped to be free. ​I picked up the phone. ​"Hello?" ​"Elara Vance," a woman’s voice said. It wasn't Chloe. It wasn't someone I knew. It was a voice like broken glass sharp, cold, and entirely without mercy. "You've been very busy tonight. You've destroyed a lot of expensive hardware." ​"Who is this?" ​"Let's just say I'm someone who appreciates the value of a clean slate. You've cleared your digital footprint, Elara. You’re a ghost now. And ghosts are the only ones who can get into the places I need to go."

She was handed a badge and a map, then found herself seated next to Paula Sanchez, who was still sipping her coffee. “Yellen didn’t make it,” Paula whispered as the lecture began. “But his assistant is filling in.” Leila’s mind was elsewhere. Eduard Yellen. A stalker? A murderer? A victim? The pieces didn’t quite fit yet, but one thing was clear — aunt Christina was caught in the middle of something ugly. And the deeper Leila dug, the more unpleasant it looked.