Ghost Gate Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He said. “I have one but it’s already chapter one.” I said hesitantly. “Read it for me, please…” *Cataclysm Chapter 01 I'm walking on the hallway of the school to pay the books I need. Everyone is busy talking to their old friends, some for their newfound friends and what makes me agitated is it seems someone is following me and it seems someone is watching me every corner of the school. It makes me feel uneasy. ---

I put on a tаnk drеѕѕ wіth ѕраghеttі straps thаt I lіkе to ѕlеер іn. I’m ѕtаrіng at thе wаll, thіnkіng оf everything thаt hаѕ happened, аnd wоndеrіng how thе hеll I made іt hеrе whеn I hеаr a knock аt thе door. [Next POV will be 'Blake' in Chapter 32] ******** Author Note: Join Your Fellow Readers Here & Gossip Theories:👉 bit.ly/avi22nash

Walked out on him without any words, just like he wasn't there. Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown Empty whispers were heard behind John in a new scene which reinstated his surroundings. Around him was a red environment, red clouds, a vast empty land and the presence of dead people with blood spilling from one or more parts of their bodies. He was stripped of his clothing and only had trousers ripped to shreds on. Sweat dripping from his body, his eyes letting tears out. As it was seen, before him was a gate. A colossal gate which kissed the clouds and ran across it. It was an old yet living gate. This could be told by its rusting par

The First Author's body slowly dissolved into countless points of light. Before disappearing completely... he smiled at Adrian one last time. "The story is yours now." The light faded. Silence returned. But it was no longer an empty silence. It was filled with infinite possibilities. Far beyond the City of Forgotten Authors... beyond the White Tree... beyond every Door... a brand-new page turned by itself. And somewhere... in a world that had not yet been imagined... someone wrote... Chapter One.

But ghosts always return to the graveyard. I deleted it and I looked at Norah. She was looking out the window, her hands were on her lap. "Norah," I said. "What?" "Don't run from me again," I said. "Next time, I might not find you first." She didn't say anything. I drove back toward the city. The sun was coming up. I didn't go to the hotel. I drove to a warehouse in the industrial district. I stopped the car and looked at her.

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.”

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

“Before someone sees you.” The door swung inward, revealing a small, dark hallway that smelled of dust, lavender, and old memories. Avery didn’t hesitate. She stepped across the threshold, out of the fading twilight and into the ghost’s home. The door closed softly but firmly behind her, plunging them both into a shared darkness. ***

“You cannot capture me. You cannot catch a thought with your hands. I am in what you will touch and what you will drink. In seventy-two hours the field will activate and the conversion will begin. There will be a new order. Join it or be rearranged.” I felt the blood rush through my ears. Ethan’s hand tightened on the wall behind me. The bond hummed with Kaye’s fear and with something else that I did not want to name. I wanted to move, to run, to strike the thing, to pull the sky down around it. Instead I watched the dark mass fold into light and scatter, slipping into vents, into broken glass, under floor grates.

Or stay here forever. Metal howls echoed in the distance. The Hybrids had found the tunnel. “We don't have time for this.” Lilith said. “Then you better decide fast. " The ghost pointed at the cemetery gates. They slammed shut. The metal twisted, locking then in. “Memories or stay. Choose" The howls got closer. Red eyes appeared at the tunnel exit. “Choose now," the ghost said, laughing. The first Hybrid stepped into the cemetery. Then stopped. It looked confused. Lost. Like it forgot why it was there.