Ghost Hunt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My fist pummeled into hardened balls and my jaws tightened. Taking a moment to collect myself, I pondered on everything I had gotten so far. The Ghost apparently is someone close to me, my aunt's husband-an aunt whom I never even knew existed up until two months ago. Launching various attacks on my men and factories in Russia, he is out for revenge, and he won't stop until he gets his bloody revenge. A slow knock punctured the stillness of my room. A maid timidly walked in, bowing her head slightly.

It seems that there have been no negative aftereffects that were seen from her even as she grew up. I realize that ghost hunting is a very tempting adventure for many young people but one also needs to remember that when you hunt for such things, most likely you will be successful. The question is, what will you do if you finally do find an entity such as the one that possessed Gina? Be careful what you ask for... you just might find it. On that note, dear reader, I invite you to come back to the Supernatural Spa so I can tell you more stories that thrill you and even offer you advice about the Paranormal.

Beyond her toxic apple scent, I can smell several male wolf scents along with some bodily fluids I’d rather not think about. “Oh, shit.” Ghost whispers. “Does this mean our mate is going to hang you by the ceiling from your dick?” “What?” I freeze when I remember Lenora’s warning. I grabbed this woman to stop her fall. I sniff my shirt. I’m coated in her scent. “Fuck.” “We can still go on that date if that’s what’s hangin’ you up?” She tilts her head. “I won’t take your money and run.” “Well, you’re already a dead man walking. Might as well pay the nice lady.” Ghost shrugs. “Not going anywhere with her nasty ass, but if she saw where Minnie went, whatever.”

“I’m not sure. While they were putting out the chimney, sparks started raining down the dining room ceiling lights anyway. Everybody was baffled, because they’d cut the energy to prevent any short-circuits. I’m afraid the nasty things sneaked into the walls following the wiring and are still hiding there.” “Great! And how can we flush them out?” “Lift your top, I wanna check your belly. I think I know a way to get rid of them.” I held the top bottoms up to my chest with a little smirk. “You wanna offer Kujo another snack.” “Yup. So we need to cut his chain before the whole guesthouse goes up in flames.” Trisha knocked on the door and stuck her head into the room. “Hey, Fran! Good to see you’

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.”

Samantha's POV: Samantha Skylar Wright: I lay on the ground listening to a familiar voice. If what I think is true, a ghost of my best friend, Genelia, is haunting me during my stay in Hell. "Goodbye, Samantha." The visitor says and disappears. I am about to call out her name, when I notice the sound of a door handle shaking. I realize my current state. I stretch out my limbs as quick as I can. I'm getting out of here today.

The guy barely nods, but Luca doesn’t seem to care. He turns back to me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “So, what’s the plan? We hunt this ghost down, shake them up a bit, and make them spill their spectral secrets?” I smirk despite myself. “Yeah, something like that. Let’s see if we can find out anything useful about that key. Maybe there’s a ghost bored enough to chat.” “Or rant,” Luca adds with a wink. “Old ghosts love a good rant. Especially the ones who think they’re still living in the 1800s.”

But nevermind, I want to eat some too so I took it. "Banana," Vanessa whispered, looking at her food. She then unconsciously laughed at herself. I don't know why she is even my sister. How did she learn those things in the first place? I shook my head and just focused on the bonfire. "I think there is a ghost here," Hunter suddenly said. I quickly glanced at him and saw that he was hugging his knees while holding his food. I can clearly see his face, it's getting pinkish because of the cold as he has a white skin. Did he see that person there earlier? I need to know if he saw his face.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w