Eli James Ghost Whisperer Novels & Stories

“It’s damned unsettlin’.” “It’s fucking frightening. That’s what it is.” Jackson hissed. The old man’s eyes slowly returned to normal as he took in the sight of Ian’s almost lifeless body. Without acknowledging the three men, he bent over Ian and slowly passed his hands a few inches over him while chanting. “No!” Angel screeched as she raced through the flames toward them. “Stop that! He’s mine!” Eluwilussit stood erect and held his hands in front of him - as if to motion for her to stop- while he bellowed words that no one understood. The tortured spirits bodies were still in flames as they stopped running to and fro and focused on Angel.

The car turned onto the highway and began picking up speed. I drew my lips into a tight line, afraid of giving anything away lest they notice something amiss. Ezra grabbed the wheel and drove steadily, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Suddenly, I heard a low, buzzing sound in my ears. It wasn't the sound of my phone vibrating. It was my mind-link! This was the pack's internal communication method, and I could also hear everything clearly. I could hear Ezra's excited voice as he spoke in Wolfish. "Alpha Felix? The prey's about to escape from her cage! We're on the highway now! Should I finish her off in the car?

Images began to flicker in the air above Jax’s head, seen only by Elias’s magic. Elias spoke, his voice echoing as he saw the truth. “He does not know much… but he has heard things. Whispers between Maya and Kael when they thought no one listened.” Elias’s brow furrowed. “Maya… she is not just a pretty witch. She is a soul-witch. An ancient kind. She does not want power over land or packs. She wants power over… spirits.” Neal looked at me, confused. “Spirits?” “Yes,” Elias continued, his eyes still closed. “She collects them. Strong spirits. Angry spirits. The spirit inside Noah… it calls to her. It is the strongest she has ever felt. A spirit of a powerful Alpha, filled with rage and pain f

A storm behind his eyes I couldn’t reach. The envoy leaned closer, her umbrella a cruel halo above her. “You can’t keep both, Elias. You never could. You never will.” She shifted the tablet in her hand, and both copies moved…mirrors of me, one vacant, one grinning like she knew the shape of my soul. My throat burned. I wanted to scream. To drag him back from whatever edge he stood on. Instead I whispered, because it was all I had: “Don’t choose between ghosts. Choose me.”

Her voice was thin, vibrating with terror. ​"Who are you?" I demanded. ​"My name is Elara," she said, pulling a folded photograph from her coat pocket. She pressed it against the glass of the door. The picture was faded, but it showed a group of children—teenagers, really—standing in a row in a white, sterile room. I recognized the layout. It was the same facility where Julian had been processed years ago. "I was in the second wave. Project Aegis. I know what you did at the tower. I know you're not the monsters they claimed you were."

He ended the call and leaned back in his seat, watching the lit window like a man possessed. He'd been called The Ghost for his ruthless business tactics, for the way he could make problems disappear, for how he haunted his enemies until they broke. But now he was the one being haunted. By a backwater girl with a gap-toothed smile and eyes that saw right through his bullshit. Eli started his engine, but he didn't pull away from the curb. Not yet. He sat there in the darkness, watching her window, and for the first time in seven years, Eli Michealson admitted to himself that he was completely and utterly fucked.

He opened the door just a crack. “Yes?” The man smiled thinly. “Evening. I’m looking for Sienna.” “She’s not available.” “I think she’ll want to make herself available for this conversation.” Ethan didn’t budge. “Who are you?” The man pulled a business card from his pocket and slid it through the gap in the door. Ethan took it and glanced down. JAMES CROSS – PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR “Who sent you?” Ethan asked, heart racing. James leaned in slightly. “Vanessa.”

“Listen. I gotta talk to Lucian about something. Won’t be long. You good here?” Elias nodded, still flustered. Kai and Lucian disappeared into the study, and the house fell quiet. Too quiet. Elias sat on the couch, fidgeting, feeling restless. Then he heard it. A whisper. Faint. Almost not there. He froze, heart hammering. Another whisper—soft, seductive, calling his name. “Elias…” He stood slowly, eyes scanning the empty room. There was no one there. The whisper came again, curling around him like smoke.

I could hear the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs underfoot. “Who is this source?” I asked, trying to keep up with Selena’s brisk pace. “She’s a bit of a recluse,” Selena said. “Her name is Elara. She’s not part of any pack, but she has a way of knowing things. People call her the Whisperer.” “The Whisperer?” Fatima scoffed. “Sounds like something out of a bad horror movie.” Selena chuckled. “Maybe, but she’s good. Trust me.”

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”