Ghost Hood Novels & Stories

The echoes the Crone guarded. They made no sound. They rose from the water and walked toward the shore, passing through the Hounds’ line as if the soldiers were made of smoke. A Hound fired a dart straight through a ghost’s chest. Nothing happened. The ghost stopped in front of the man, reached out a glowing hand, and touched his forehead. The Hound screamed. He dropped his rifle and clawed at his head. He fell to his knees as images of ancient battles, dragon fire, and dying wolves filled his mind.

And then, he crossed into the circle. The magic flared—bright, blinding—before collapsing inward with a violent surge of light. A gust of wind roared past us. My hair whipped around my face, and I shielded my eyes. And then… silence. When I opened them again, the circle was gone. And so was Hood. There was no sign of him. No body. No dust. Nothing but empty space where he had stood. Vanished. Just like that. Everything went still. So quiet. The only sound was my own shattered breathing and Mira’s sobs behind me.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

She had barely taken any selfies. She spun around and stared at her windows, even though the curtains were closed. Then she checked her front door. Still locked. Ghost: The red-bottom heels look good on you. You should wear them tomorrow night. Aria dropped the phone on the bed like it burned her. She rushed to the window and peeked through a tiny gap in the curtains. Down on the street, the same man in the grey hoodie stood near a black SUV, looking up toward her building. He didn’t move. He didn’t hide.

"After everything that's happened, you really do need to be careful. And as much as it pains me to say this, you should probably listen to the triplets on this one." "I know," I said quietly. "I just hate feeling helpless." "Hey," he said, bumping my shoulder with his. "Anyone who can take down a rogue with a dagger is definitely not helpless. Terrifying, maybe, but not helpless." I was about to respond when something caught my eye near the edge of the courtyard. A figure in a dark cloak, partially hidden behind one of the ornate fountain structures. My blood ran cold as I recognized the same mysterious woman I'd seen before—the one who always seemed to appear and disappear like a ghost.

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

A human bone… Gag. Looking at Catherine, they nodded to each other and turned running back the way they had. As quietly as they could. Once far enough away Opening their l**k to as many pack as they could within the area. “Barghest in the Colton’s Graveyard! I repeat Barghest in the Colton’s Graveyard. It’s huge! We need back up! Now!” With their hearts pumping Yolanda and Catherine kept watch around them. The Barghest wouldn’t be alone. These were pets of more powerful Fae. A Shining One if they were unlucky owned it.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.