Ghost Hunt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"What are you screaming for? Did you-" I cut him off as I pointed at the end of the hallway where the ghost still stands. "A ghost!" Nate followed his gaze to where I was pointing. His brow creased in wonder and turned back to me with his eyebrow raised. "There's nothing there." He says. "There is. There is!" I insisted as I saw the ghost still standing there. Custard yipped and started running towards it. "Custard, no! Do not follow it. I will not be like those dumb idiots who follows a ghost as dies first!" I yelled, but my familiar did not listen. I sighed. "Oh well. Custard, I will miss you." I whispered sadly.

I Slowly sip from the cup of coffee, too much creamer, I thought. I tasted something. Maybe this time I am not dreaming. Or just maybe I am not sleeping. And just when I put down the cup, right there in front of me, I see her again. How many seconds did my heart skip a beat? And in a blink of an eye she disappeared. Where did she go? She will appear out of nowhere and then quickly disappear. Who is she? I think she is a ghost. I never thought a ghost could be this beautiful. I think I was wrong to believe for a longer time that ghost doesn’t have a face. Well this ghost who is hunting me, she is damn pretty. But what does she want from me? I don’t have anything, not even a memory. I don’t

Because hate is louder than grief, and if she hates me long enough, maybe she’ll forget to mourn me. Maybe one day she’ll look at someone else and feel whole. Not hunted. Not possessed. Not ruined. Just whole. So, because villains and monsters don’t get happy endings and I was never written to be anything else, I step through the rift after what feels like hours, the edge of my power humming as the office pulls into focus. Cold. Sharp. Familiar. Sterile, even though her ghost still sits in the chair across from my desk and her scent still lingers in the air or in my nose.

“No, that’s not dirty enough. It’s also not that funny. Um, well, I’d like to come on your cock after.” “Christ.” I feel like someone just shot me in the ass. As in, get your ass going before your cock gets too happy in the pants, and we end up like last night—hugely disappointed. At least, I imagine she was. “Is that too dirty? Not dirty enough? No, that’s not funny. That’s what it isn’t. It’s not funny if it’s true. I…I don’t know. You haunt me. If we were ghosts, I’m sure our ghosts would want to find each other and have sexy ghost sex. It would be even more exciting because then we could do all these weird ghost positions in the air and do it while hovering through walls.” She grins. “Ah

he echoed. “Now we let her dance a little longer—Let her play her little games" “Why?” Grinch asked, voice low but edged with curiosity. "She definitely has plans up her sleeves" Antonio crushed out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, “Palooka! That’s the difference between hunters and ghosts, Grinch—hunters chase, therefore making the worst mistakes when they think they've won—But ghosts? Ghosts erase.” Picking up his glass, He circled to his desk, where a file lay open—a photograph of John paper-clipped to a set of blueprints.

Dante When we got there we found a pool of blood flowing from Zephyr's room. I picked Zephyr's scent in it. In a second Axel and I shifted and pushed the door open. I was not going to lose Zephyr so casually. What I saw forced me to shift back immediately. "Damn it Ghost! Did you have to dice his throat into bits? Ghost was hovering over the lifeless body of his prey. I walked to Zephyr's wardrobe and picked out a replacement for my ripped suit.

My eyes strain and catch sight of a still shadow laying on the ground in the distance, I know it is my love is lying in the dark pathway lifeless, her soul has already gone on to God and left me behind. Just as I believe I am escaping; she is in front of me grabbing me. “Oh! My love, never run from a vampire!” She laughs “Oh I love it when they run, makes everything more enjoyable” She licks my neck. She starts kissing and sucking while stroking my length. I feel so ashamed and wish for death. "Come for me Hunter" she purrs as I wait for her to kill me, suddenly, she stops and she is ripped off me. I hear a loud thud, she groans as I imagine she is thrown into something, possibly a wall. “Hu

Tru nodded at me without another word and left the room. I finally found a plumber not scared of the town legend or the very real ghosts, and all I could think to ask is, why the hell is he not scared of the ghosts? I’m not sure what made me look up, but when I did, it was to see the ghost still floating mutely. What the hell does she want? To terrify me? Make me lose my mind? Guess what? Her very existence and that of others like her were already close to tipping me over the edge. I was so done with all of their shenanigans and the mind games.

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.

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.