Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

“Already there.” Sparks arced from the west tower as his team cut their own lines; if the enemy wanted to chew on our nerves, they’d get dead cables and a shock for dessert. Ghost’s people used grapnels to haul up the chassis of a heavier drone, ripping its belly open and feeding it grenades until it coughed smoke. “Eyes on ground,” Ghost said. “They’re not just machines.”

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words. Chunks of dried concrete still clung to me. My exposed skin was blotched with livor mortis, and my face held just enough to hint at who I used to be. Jayden stood frozen, eyes locked on my corpse like someone had hit pause and left him stuck in that moment. "No way… No way…" Jayden muttered, his expression twisting into something unreadable, his voice barely a whisper. Hank gave his shoulder a gentle pat. "What's done is done, Jay. You've got to let it go."

Knox is the first to appear, his eyes going wide the second he takes in the scene, me, sitting calmly on what’s left of Ghost’s bike, chocolate smeared on my fingers and a hammer lying beside the wreckage like the aftermath of a crime scene. And then Ghost appears. He stops dead, his eyes locking onto the shredded seat, the slashed tires, the ruined paint, the crushed tank. His jaw drops just slightly, like his brain is still catching up to what his eyes are telling him. “What the fuck…” he breathes. His voice is barely more than a whisper as he takes another slow step forward. “What the fuck have you done?” Oh, now he’s hurt? Good. “Vesper!” he snaps, his voice louder now, sharp with disbel

As his gaze pierced straight through my soul, his voice echoed directly through the bond connecting us. "You're coming back, Bloom. No matter what it costs me, I'll protect your body. Go. Claim what's yours." Strength flooded through me at the sound of his voice. For my mother. For my father. To make them proud. To save this pack... And every wolfless hybrid who would come after me. I turned away. My hand reached toward the silent black surface of the gateway. The instant my fingers touched it... Reality shattered. Gravity disappeared. I felt my soul being ripped free from flesh and bone, pulled upward into the heart of the swirling vortex. My physical body lost all balance. My knees buckled

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Jake turned to look at me with concerned eyes, "what's wrong?" "I don't feel too good," I responded as I clutched my head with one hand and rubbed my temple. "I think I'm going to be sick or pass out." Colour drained from Jake's face as he helped guide me back to the parking lot instead. "You need some fresh air," he commented as he grabbed his phone and called someone. I could feel myself slowly slipping in-and-out of consciousness. "Stay with me Alexis, I've got you," he mumbled but his voice sounded too far away. I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black.

[The Abyss] The fall was not a scream; it was a sudden, violent silence. Gravity tore the breath from my lungs as I plunged into the dark, the silver briefcase clutched against my ribs like a cold, metal child. For a heartbeat, the world was only the whistle of the wind and the terrifying, red strobe of the proximity trigger on my wrist. Then, a weight slammed into me.

Kayla was on her other side, quiet and solid, one gentle hand resting on Emily’s shoulder, steady as stone. The Vipers filled the room — Grim at the head, Tank and Hawk leaning forward with dark eyes, Cherry braced in the doorway, smoke curling from her cigarette. And Ghost, pale and still, standing at the far end of the table, his shadow stretching long in the swing of the overhead bulb. Silence pressed in, thick enough to choke. No one spoke. They were waiting for Ghost. His pale eyes swept the table, then landed on Emily. For the first time, she saw the cracks — not weakness, but grief carved deep, the kind a man carried for decades.

was spreading, a cancer of the void that was eating the North from the inside out. They reached the Black-Glass Falls at the hour before dawn. The water wasn't falling; it was suspended in the air in frozen, jagged shards. In the center of the falls, a vortex of pure, liquid darkness was swirling, a gaping maw that led into the heart of the Creator’s realm. "This is it," Silas whispered. Lyra stepped toward the vortex. As she reached the edge, her hand brushed against Silas’s gauntlet. The "Mate Spark" flared again, more intense than before.