Ghost Hunt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

He recounts, walking over to the kitchenette to pour water for both himself and Irene. "But I've been here for a year now and I'm just fine?" Irene asks, motioning to herself. "Well, remember the string of unexplained deaths that have been happening since we started our third semester?" Kai asks as he slides a glass for Irene. She nods, remembering how no one's been charged for any of the murders that took place. "That's when the ghosts started acting up." Kai walks over to the balcony and lights up a cigarette, leaning his back on the doorframe. "My mentors suspect someone's behind it, a powerful person at that."

I let her banter, hoping she would feel relieved after letting it all out of her chest. “The woman I wanted last night was a wife of a hunter. The husband saw me. He was skilled and other hunters came as well. He was quick to alarm the others. I was just barely able to escape. Hunters, like them, use high technology gadgets to locate ghosts and other supernatural like us, especially if we are anointed by the blood of the victim or they got a sample of ours.” She turned around to face me. Her nervousness was all over her face.

She wanted to wake him up and see those grey eyes look at her with that confusing gaze of suspicion and heat. But then, she remembered who she was. She was the Ghost. She had a bounty on her head in three territories. The Rakan Guild owned her blood debt. If she stayed... they would find her. And they would kill him just for standing next to her. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking in the silence. She pulled away. Kornel grunted. His hand grasped at the empty space where she had been, seeking her warmth even in his sleep.

She stuttered, but his blue orbs were constantly reminding her to keep those lips sealed and not to utter anything. “What unusual?” The urge to touch her skin pulsated once again in his mind. The last night he couldn’t sleep after tasting her juices. He wanted to claim her at this moment, but what was stopping her was her innocent clueless hazel eyes looking for a ray of hope in the darkness. She was unaware the monster gifted her this pleasure torment was sitting in front of her. “Are there ghosts at this university?” He bit his tongue. She thought of him as a ghost, how low he felt.

I almost spilled the juice I was drinking because he suddenly grabbed my arm. When we passed by, we simply looked at what was inside. I was surprised to see Toshi and Kylo with other men talking Hunter and I finished a bucket of beer before we left for the morgue. I will prove to him that there is a ghost in our area and that ghost could be me. If I'm the ghost, then Hunter's grandfather really did pass the curse on to me - the curse of being a ghost. I sped up the operation of my tricycle even though I shouldn't be in a hurry. I can still hear Mom Carol's scream in my head when she chased us. Where are we going? Hunter and I couldn't even turn to him.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

I said, pressing my forehead to hers. Her eyes burned. “I won’t hesitate.” ‘Neither would I,’ I thought. The forest leaned closer, its branches stilled as if it were listening to the heartbeat of a monster. The hunt hadn't just begun; it had evolved. The air felt thin, stripped of its life, leaving only the metallic tang of Samantha’s brewing wrath. We weren't tracking a man anymore. We were chasing a ghost through a graveyard of his own making.