Eli James Ghost Whisperer Novels & Stories

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

There must be a misunderstanding," he comments. Sarah scoffs and is about to say something, but I cut her off. "We just said that to get your attention. It was consensual. Thanks for your time, Jared," I say, glancing at his name tag. The bartender smiles and nods as we leave the club. Today, I had to skip class to travel to the heart of New York City. Standing before me is a tall skyscraper with a large G logo. After researching online with my friends, we discovered that Jake Rodrick is the owner of Gio Industries. I can't believe I slept with the freaking owner of Gio Industries!

,I continued. “It's really naïve” ,Jacob shook his head, “The memory that you see in Giselle's eyes is a living memory, and Elsa Hillton is just a wandering soul. You can see spirits when they want to show you or you have to get their frequency right. Giselle's yin and yang eyes are a pair of eyes with very strong yin so she can see ghosts anywhere, but since it was replaced for you, the power of her eyes has decreased so it must be so I can only see things related to the old case.”

I smirked to myself, This could get interesting… I watched the girl banter with Eric a bit more as he assessed her. He seemed to enjoy the fight even more with her cold exterior. More wraiths appeared and I tensed, Eric was a Shadow weaver meaning he had control over them, supposedly. Eric could weave and manipulate shadows to travel and even capture dead souls and turn them into wraiths. Yet wraiths were still somewhat feral creatures. They had talons which could slice through bone if given the chance. Not how I wished to spend my time.

Her voice was sad and lonely. I stood up slowly, Kael's jacket wrapped around me. "Who is that?" Kael looked where I was pointing. His entire body went tense. "You can see her?" "Yes. Can't you?" "No." His voice was grim. "Which means she's not really there. It's a spirit. A ghost." The woman raised her hand and beckoned to me. Calling me forward. I took a step toward her without meaning to. My feet moved on their own. "Elara, don't," Kael warned, grabbing my arm.

The ghost who haunts this house wants me, and I want him just as badly. I stretch languidly under the sheets, my nipples tightening at the memory of his invisible mouth sucking on them. A soft smile curves my lips. “Good morning, Elias,” I whisper into the quiet room. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains in response, and I feel a warm phantom touch brush across my cheek like a kiss.

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

She closed her eyes and let the cool breeze brush against her face. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the cool breeze brushing her face. Slowly, images began to stir. The fleeting fragments of stories: laughter and grief, fear and tenderness, fragments of lives she had yet to write. One by one, they flared to life inside her mind, glowing like fireflies in the dark. For the first time that evening, her imagination felt awake. Excitement sparked within her. She opened her eyes, ready to rush back to her unit before the inspiration slipped away.

The child whispered, “Only choice.” She closed her eyes. Firelight danced behind her lids. A memory of her sister’s last breath. A forgotten lullaby. A gate that closed behind her and never opened again. All of it pressed into one final syllable, lingering on the edge of her soul. The air grew still, as if even the Spiral waited. Elthara opened her mouth. The Spiral pulsed once. And behind her, a scream shattered the stillness. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t from this plane.

The Ghost. The hacker who had been messing with them. The one who sent the files about the 2018 fire. He looked younger than Eli expected maybe late twenties with sharp features, messy dark hair, and eyes that seemed to see too much. “You’re awake,” The Ghost said. His voice was calm, almost friendly. “Good. I was starting to worry the chloroform was too strong.” Eli pulled harder against the chains. The metal dug into his wrists. “Who are you? Why did you take me?”