Ghost Hunt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

“No, Mom. I am not going back there. All my friends are avoiding me because of the ghost.” “You can’t just give up like that...” “The money and the property are the least of my worries!” I yelled. “I can’t sleep. I see her in my dreams now!” That finally stopped her and she froze... Then she looked at me. Really looked at me. “Who?” she whispered. “Who are you seeing?” “Echo,” I breathed. “She’s haunting me everywhere. Awake. Asleep. Everywhere.” Mom’s face grew tight with fear. “Are you sure it’s her? Not just your imagination?”

A cursor steadily blinked in the center. A message began to type itself out, letter by letter, in the old font Dimitri had favored for his private logs. It translated itself a moment later. Jace's breath hitched in his throat and I felt my entire body tense. "YOU BURIED A GHOST. NOW THE GHOST HUNTS YOU." The air felt heavy, suddenly flowing with what I could only describe as electricity. Tension was high and writhing. "Someone's playing with Dimitri's legend..." Jace muttered, though his voice held no weight behind it.

Ghost is sitting beside me, and I can feel his eyes drilling a hole into my head. “Who the fuck is Harmon?” He growls but I don’t say anything. How do I even begin to explain that we’re hunting a monster that makes me want to crawl into a cave and never come out again?

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

But not even a long, lingering kiss could quell this nagging feeling in my belly. ~~ Ghost patiently waited for me in a cafe outside the train station, nursing a cup of coffee, probably his second, and an empty plate. “Sorry, I’m late.” I pulled the wooden chair across from him. A server instantly came to the table, taking my order. He shrugged. “It’s fine.” “Where’s Rain?” I asked, looking for her girlfriend. “Paying Amanda a visit,” Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification.

In a fit of anger, she had forgotten that she was still changing. She shut the door with a bang and yelled, “Screw you! I’ll never let you touch me!” Kiran wordlessly touched a finger to his nose as he thought to himself, ‘Was the person I kissed and touched not Snow Xander? If not, could it have been…’ “Ghost!” Kiran shouted suddenly, sending a chill down Snow’s spine, and she opened the door with a pale face. “What ghost?” “An ugly female ghost!” Kiran backed away, grinning broadly.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?