Ghost Bird Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I'm the Conquest System. As long as you can win over the beastfolk of your choice within a year, you'll be given a new life." The moment the system finished speaking, my older sister, Violette Snow, scampered off. She scooped up a badly injured wild bird from the ground and gently stroked its charred black feathers. "System, I choose this bird to be my conquest target." She made her choice at lightning speed, afraid that I'd steal her target from her. Then, she turned to me with a cheeky expression, but I saw the warning look in her eyes.

A cursor steadily blinked in the center. A message began to type itself out, letter by letter, in the old font Dimitri had favored for his private logs. It translated itself a moment later. Jace's breath hitched in his throat and I felt my entire body tense. "YOU BURIED A GHOST. NOW THE GHOST HUNTS YOU." The air felt heavy, suddenly flowing with what I could only describe as electricity. Tension was high and writhing. "Someone's playing with Dimitri's legend..." Jace muttered, though his voice held no weight behind it.

The moment the female ghost's hand grazed my hair, her inner thoughts exploded with pure joy. "I touched her! She's so soft and fluffy that I'm gonna die! My life's complete, Mom! I touched a human!" Once she succeeded, the whole army of ghosts could no longer hold back. They rushed toward me in excitement, flinging detached arms and dragging their broken legs behind them. "This human is so well-behaved that she actually lets ghosts pet her!" "If she gets to touch her, I want a turn too! I'm touching her next!"

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

Grief still lives here, but it no longer owns the place. Neither do I. I stop near the tree line and close my eyes. The world opens. I can feel them. Not just here, but far beyond Blackwater. Transformed wolves scattered across continents. Faint pulses of wrongness inside their bodies, like distant stars that should not exist. Six months ago, the noise nearly drove me mad. Now it is a map. Clear. Manageable. I choose one. The Veilkeeper team waits behind me, tense but trusting. They learned quickly that when I say I am ready, I am ready.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

I swear it was like Fae Red Bull mixed with ancient chaos. “Can we not run through another haunted mountain, please?” Barbie shouted from above, wings flickering with blue light as she zipped through the fog. “My hair’s frizzing! And something just tried to bite my left wing—oh gods, I think it was a ghost!” “Keep flying, Barbie!” I barked, my voice half-growl, half-giggle. “If it’s a ghost, bite it back!”

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

"It makes the hunt more interesting, doesn’t it? Our little bird has flown into the territory of a bigger predator." I dropped the towel before moving over to the window. "Then we have to retrieve her," I said, turning back to my brothers. "Before Ghost realizes what he’s sitting on. We need to bring her back into our possession. And when we bring her back…" I let the sentence hang in the silence. Atlas’s smile widened. Ares cracked his knuckles, slowly rising from his chair. This time, there would be no vibrator. She'll beg for it by the time I'm done. And I'll make sure she screams loud enough for Ghost to hear exactly who she belongs to.

The wind blew with so much peace within it, making the trees wave their branches in thanksgiving. The birds flew off the trees to go get what they would have for the day with so much joy . A lady’s hands are crossed in a little room though fancy. She walks around the room endlessly thinking about what to do next. She was restless like she was about losing a soul in her family. She released a heavy sigh in frustration and stepped out of the room immediately. She climbs the stairs and walks up to a new room door. She opens it and her facial expression changes .