Falling Ghost Novels & Stories

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I yelled. They all stopped and stared at me. I fell chills run down my body. I thought that ghosts were a pile of white energy floating, but the ones in front of me had human appearances. A whole town was filled with ghosts. They stared with wide eyes, their faces passive and slack. Awareness crept over me that I was no longer in contact with the ground but instead spinning. They heft me with their energy and let me sink into the ground. My vision became blurry, and I fainted.

I don’t even want to. The floor is hard beneath me, his shirt sliding up higher as his hand works my body like it was always his to command. His breath is heavy against my ear as his fingers circle me with deliberate, torturous slowness, dragging me higher each time I try to hold back. My nails dig into the carpet, my chest heaving. I don’t even try to hide the sounds leaving me now. He’s wrung me out too much, broken me down too far. “You’re shaking again,” Ghost growls, his lips brushing my throat before his teeth nip at my skin. “Every fucking time I touch you, you fall apart faster.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

"He has, but you blocked him. And he knows this mess is his fault. He's too embarrassed to face you." I fell silent, feeling conflicted. Even though Elliot had failed me, it felt bad to see him fall like this. At the same time, I knew this was the price he had to pay. He had chosen Yvette over me, and now he had to face the consequences. "Where is Yvette?" "Rumors say Sorothspire, but we don't know which country. The police are still looking."

Once there, I walked over to the bed and nearly fell on my way. "Alexis are you okay?" I heard James ask but my vision was blurry as dark spots appeared. "Yeah just...." I didn't get to finish my sentence because the next thing I knew, I was falling but luckily I didn't hit the floor as James scooped me up in his hands and placed me on my bed. "What's going on?" I heard Nick ask but his voice seemed further away. He kept asking but James didn't say anything as he ran into my bathroom and returned with my pills in one hand and water in the other.

Zander sealed the coffin once more. "Now we go to the tunnels, so we can get to the Fae world," Hazel sighed. Declan heard a faint voice calling his name. He looked to the town where spirits were still shooting up to the sky when he noticed one of the spirits breaking formation, instead of ascending to the skies like the others, it wisped towards the group atop the hill at the edge of town. The ghost girl hit Declan in the chest as she tried to keep her energy from floating away. "Woah!" she let out as she steadied herself.

Nadia laid in the piles of clothes that’d been sprawled about her and she tried to gather them with one hand as the other rubbed her ass that must’ve been sore from the fall. I, on the other hand, struggled to regain my balance as an icy chill threatened to ruin me as I watched her. No matter how badly I wanted to go to her and help her up, I didn't trust that I knew the difference between what was real and what was simply a fragment of my imagination so I was scared to move. “I'm the one who fell, yet you seem like you've seen a ghost, Layla” She finally stood to her feet, and her words confirmed that she’d really fallen.

When I look into the mirror I see five of myself, all looking pale. Is it the wine? My fears are confirmed when I cough blood into the pristine sink. The red hue moves slowly down the drain as I start to fall. It has never been this painful before. I try to hold on tighter but my hand is slipping, my breath becoming heavier. “Drew…” I try to scream, but my body meets the floor before I can make a sound. The beeping of machines is like a distant song that’s all too familiar. It draws me out from an otherwise dreamless sleep which feels good for a change.