Eli James Ghost Whisperer Novels & Stories

I began hesitantly, " what exactly is a spirit animal for? I mean, why do we have them?" Merilla stopped and turned to face me with a warm smile. " A spirit animal is more than just a companion, Meara. When someone is born with elemental powers, the Moon Goddess grants them a spirit animal as a lifelong partner. This animal is there to guide them, to help them stay on the right path. As the person’s elemental powers grow and evolve, so does their spirit animal. It changes form, becoming a new animal that better represents the person’s personality and their connection to their element at that point in their life."

She pulled me out of the car and led me down a winding path until we arrived at a graveyard. My eyes widen in shock. It was Mrs. Lewis's grave. Trevis had sold some of his belongings to afford this burial plot when Mrs. Lewis tragically passed away. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my knees, and I found myself kneeling in front of the grave. Lucy firmly held me down, preventing me from standing up, and shouted, "Mrs. Lewis died because of you! Trevis took you in, cared for you, and you harbour such disgusting intentions towards him!"

I held his face in my hands and let Eliel console her mate. "Ghost, Ghost," she called on his beast and the air seemed tense. Zephyr's eyes flickered from grey to black. He was trying to restrain Ghost but his beast had a mind of his own. A growl reverberated through his chest and his eyes were full black. Ghost was out. I was so scared I hid myself at the back of my mind while Eliel did the talking. "I am fine, that person in there did not hurt me in any way. I am here now and no one is taking me away from you. No one can. No one ever would." Eliel communicated directly with Ghost.

she asked with precociousness. Ma hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But then she shrugged and decided to explain to Lorraine. "We're going to ask Ellie, a friend of mine, you know, we have history together. Been friends before I gave birth to James' mother. Ellie is, well, a witch, a very good one. She has spells for almost everything… one time, she captured a ghost that was lurking in her room to stalk her," she said. "If she agrees to come here and help, she might be able to do one of those things she does and tell you who your parents are." James his eyes. "I doubt if she's going to help," he said dismissively.

Elena moved closer, her brow furrowed with concern. “Yes, Ely,” she said softly, using the childhood nickname she had given her sister years ago—when her young tongue couldn’t quite manage “Eloise.” “I noticed you tossing and turning last night. You looked so restless.” Eloise leaned into George’s chest for a moment, allowing herself a long, weary sigh. Their family had long accepted her ability—the strange gift, or curse, that let her see what others could not. Restless souls, lingering shadows, whispers from the other side. They knew. They didn’t always understand, but they knew.

His thumbs circled her stiff nipples slowly, then pinched them firmly, making her moan despite herself. “Fuck… okay, that feels way too good for dead guys,” Harper admitted, biting her lip hard. “You three better be ridiculously hot. If I’m getting haunted, I want quality ghosts. None of that ugly Victorian mustache shit.” Elias laughed, a rich, seductive sound, and in one smooth motion pushed her shorts and panties down her legs, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. The cool night air hit her soaked pussy, making her gasp sharply. “You’re absolutely dripping, sweetheart,” Elias murmured, clearly pleased. “For someone who doesn’t believe in us, your body is being very honest r

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

They were memories, trying to break through whatever had been done to suppress them. "Mica," I whisper into the darkness, my voice breaking on the name just like his had. "My name is Mica.”

“I know your mom was just some waitress Jim couldn’t keep his pants zipped for. But try not to embarrass yourself. Or him.” I force a smile. The kind that says, I’ve heard this before, and I’m still standing. What she doesn’t know is—there’s more to Elias than she realizes. More than any of us realize. Something that howls under the surface, something old. Ancient. Wild. And I just said I do to it. But not today. Today I’m just a girl in someone else’s dress, living someone else’s life. And pretending I’m not afraid.

his voice dropped to a raw whisper. My heart slammed. Liar. But... his eyes. They didn’t look like a liar’s. “You’re lying,” I whispered. Weak. Terrified. Hope bleeding slow and painful into my chest. “I’m not.” His fingers brushed my cheek—gentle, aching. “She’s my ghost, angel. My curse. But you—” his breath hitched, rough “—you’re my mate. You’re the one burning me alive every fucking day. I’m sorry you misunderstood,” he murmured, thumb brushing my lip. “I made you think I cared for her still. But that part of my life is gone. Dead. She means nothing. Only you... You make me feel this alive, this angry, this desperate to tear the world apart...”