Eli James Ghost Whisperer Novels & Stories

"How do we contact you again if we need guidance?" Her voice comes as little more than a whisper on the mist: "Through the Lens itself. As the Convergence approaches, your connection to me will strengthen naturally. Trust your abilities, trust each other, and remember—fear corrupts, but love purifies." With those final words, she dissolves completely into the mist, leaving us alone among the gravestones with the leather pouch and more questions than answers. "Well," I say after a moment of stunned silence, "that was unexpected."

"Mom, there's nothing left worth holding onto anymore… At least I can leave this world together with you, and that way you won't be lonely… "Besides, even if you die, you can get reborn again, right? I'll always be with you!" The voice sounded sympathetic, yet every word pushed me toward self-destruction. I had long wondered how all of this was possible, and it finally clicked. Someone knew that I had been reborn, that I was carrying a new life, and was carefully manipulating me towards the very same ending as my past life. I finally understood! Ben and May's wedding celebration showed no signs of stopping, even after a few days.

“Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!” Cold rage spread instantly through my chest. “I never gave that order.” The hallway suddenly became quiet. Mira froze. Then footsteps approached from behind her and Mora appeared at the staircase looking equally disturbed. “You didn’t give that command?”

James glanced sideways at me as we walked, that dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “You’re leaving a trail,” he murmured. “Anyone who looks down will see it—shiny streaks on those pretty legs.” I clenched hard around nothing, trying to hold more of him inside. It only forced another thick drop free. It slid past my knee before I could stop it. “Then walk faster,” I whispered, voice rough. “Before someone notices.”

At night, she hears whispers in the water. On the third night, Evelyn sees a flickering light drifting down the river. She follows it—drawn by something she doesn’t understand—and finds a wooden boat with a burning lantern and an old journal inside. The pages are filled with entries from a woman named Alara who speaks of binding spells, river spirits, and a curse upon her bloodline. The last page is stained and unreadable.

It’s been days and I haven’t left the house or answered my phone, it’s been days and I haven’t moved and inch from the spot in sitting in, I've been sitting in the same potion with my back to the wall facing the bedroom door as if at any second they’ll come crashing in and drag me to hell for what I've done to them. “Christopher” echo’s around me bouncing off the white walls around me “CHRISSSS”comes the hissing sound of another voice as it calls out to me, I know their not here I buried them, I watched their blood stain my hands, I watched their eyes and the life they held faded away. I watched as I covered them with dirt as I stood over them watching them disappear with every shovel full o

What else did you find out?” Alpha Marcus pressed. Lewis took a swig of his energy drink before continuing. “I found one of her coven members on social media and convinced her to talk to me.” He gave another mischievous wink. “Apparently Elsie was known for her gifts with telepathy. Her friend said she went on a date with some new guy right before she disappeared. They thought she ran away with him. I don’t think it will be easy when they find out she died.”

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

“I want you to see me, to understand what I have endured.” She reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm, sending jolts of electricity coursing through my body. “You feel it, don’t you? The connection between us?” I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. “Connection?” I echoed, my heart pounding. “This isn’t real. You’re a ghost…a spirit.” Her laughter rang out, soft and haunting, reverberating through the empty hallways. “I am more than a ghost, Elias. I am a fragment of your desires, a reflection of your deepest fears. But together, we can transcend this reality.”

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.