Ghost Hunt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

I, Draco and thief kept staring at him with unusual look when he bite down one bar of cage and pulled out pig and dig his all sharp teeth inside his. Pig blood dribble all around floor when it hit me who was he “HUNGER GHOST…..” I said with fearful eye. Jasmine POV: “HUNGER GHOST…..” I almost screamed and turned to Draco “HE.. HE IS SUMMONED BY HUNGER GHOST, HURRY UP… WE HAVE TO LEAVE OR HE WILL EAT US ALIVE” I screamed and nudge Draco and thief to free themselves as I myself tired to lose knots on my hand and legs, in meantime hunger ghost ate entire pig alive and moved to eat hen.. as he kept eating we three hurried to free our self, I was unskilled but managed to lose knots on my feet’s

“You look just like Alpha Landon.” “He’s my great grandfather.” Hunter stated. “He murdered me.” “He wasn’t the nicest man from what I hear.” Hunter offered. Klaus froze. “They know you’re here. The Head Phantoms. They can feel your presence. There’s so many of you. We must go now! Follow us!” We zoomed through the air. This time the other ghosts were watching us. They knew we didn’t belong here for sure now. “What is that?!” Oz cried.

said Josh. Josh couldn't get away from the woman's grip on him. He also can't teleport because the woman is holding him. This was probably his first humiliating experience with a woman. ----- "Ghost in the swimming gym?" Cael, Damon, Kyra, and Hugo will face each other near the stage. They are with Hugo, convincing him to join them as a hunter. Kyra thought that telling them about the ghost might also be a way for them to convince Hugo to become a hunter. They were just waiting for Raven, who then went to the washroom.

I move the glass closer to him and hear him whimper as I lift his arm, slicing his wrist with my nail and setting it to drain into my glass. “Now, is there anything else I need to know about my grandfather’s estate?” I ask him. He’s staring horrified at his wrist dripping blood. “It’s haunted.” “I’m a bloodsucker as you said, so I’m not scared of ghosts. There isn’t much that goes bump in the night that isn’t afraid of me,” I tell him. “Anyone come looking for the place recently?” I ask, making sure that my father hasn’t found it yet. “Yeah, another bloodsucker.”

“And… When Layla started working there, I felt that feeling even more. Like I wasn’t ever alone. Like I could look over my shoulder and find someone–something watching me from afar.” “What did that feel like to you?” Helen asks calmly. “That’s an odd question.” I chuckle, shrugging. “I guess… it didn’t feel threatening. Maybe… bored curiosity? That changed, though, when all the weird things started happening to Layla, and when we found out what Vera was doing to Miss Penny it got worse.” Chills erupt all over my skin. I shake them away. “Do you believe in ghosts, Helen?” “Oh, of course. You can’t live in the deep south without holding some belief about the spirits that linger here.”

Hazel was startled awake, her whole body trembling. She opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow by her bed. She also heard the sound of dripping water, faint but not enough to make her heart race. Outside, the rain was pouring down, the streetlights dimmer than usual, and wind howling loudly. She shuddered and clutched her blanket tightly, screaming, "Ah! Ghost!" Jack was taken aback by Hazel's reaction, then overwhelmed with anger. Ghost? His handsome face twisted slightly, and he cracked his knuckles.

she thought and sucked in her lips seductively. She did a quick swing around , while humming to one of her favorite songs but landed on something that felt like a human hand...it actually was human hand . She swallowed hard and shut her eyes tight, she was sure she locked the door, and she definitely had changed her password. There was no way anyone could have entered except it was a .. ghost. "A ghost?.. a..ghost? Am I being hunted? ,No this can't be happening, it happens only in the movies and novels ..this can't truly be happening" she thought.

I was dumbfounded for a moment before I looked up with tears in my eyes at the person who had opened the door. It was Helen, the stern lady who barely showed any emotion on her face most of the time. For the first time, I felt so happy to see her, as if I had met my loved one. I choked up and said, "Ghost..." Helen gave me a cold look and asked, "Madam, did you forget to read or simply disregard page three, section two of the contract?" "I... I did read it, but there really was a ghost in there..." I remembered section two of page three quite well, which stated that discussions about supernatural beings were prohibited in the house.

I said, thinking of that show on cable where a team of investigators checks out ghost stories in the small town known as one of the most haunted places in America. “Yeah, I guess Vampires like hauntings, too. Anyway, if you can do some digging around in her head, that would be great.” “Sure,” I shrugged. “Should be easy enough with a name and a location, so long as there’s no shield around her. If there is, I guess we know she’s no good.” “Good point.” He clapped his hands down on his knees and looked around again, like maybe he was supposed to do something else. But there didn’t appear to be any reason for him to stay, so he headed for the door, and I followed behind, being a polite hostess