Ghost Hunt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He turned around quickly, baring his teeth in anger, saying, “Show yourself!” The ghost’s voice drifted through the dark, but no longer sounded like Vincent's; it was deeper now, more hungry and malicious. “You can scream until your throat is raw, fox. She won’t hear you.” Vincent snapped his head up, his eyes glowing gold with anger as he responded, “You think I can’t find her? You believe I won’t break down every wall you create?” “You’re hunting,” the ghost whispered back. “But you don’t even know where to look.”

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

~Zara Todd's POV~ God damn! I know this isn't Asher's writing. He actually wasn't with me, then who the help was it? Suddenly I started getting weird vibes around me. Is there really a ghost around me? Why do I feel like I am being hunted and watched over? I quickly rush to the bed and cover myself with thick duvet. The night is actually chilly and as silent as the dead graveyard. So, whole night my heart thumps like hell in fear and I cant even get out of my bed in any way.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

She wanted to save the best one for the last. "Haunted house?" She asked, pointing her eyes at the entrance of the haunted house. Which was the mouth of a gigantic monster. "We can go there first." She practically dragged him in, thinking it was a theatrical performance of some sort. It was freezing here. Alexandra shivered and curled against Jonathan, stealing some of his warmth. Out of nowhere, a ghost jumped on them, triggering her fight instincts. She curled her fist tight and punched the ghost hard on the face, almost cracking its white mask.

Anna's POV The framed picture of Ghost stared back at me from Damon’s desk, I could see the striking resemblance between them, especially the piercing eyes. I’d come looking for him, but he wasn’t here. The room felt hollow without him. I lingered anyway, unable to leave, drawn in by the faint scent of him that clung to everything. My fingers brushed the edge of Ghost’s frame, a restless energy humming through me as I wandered deeper into the space. This wasn’t how I’d pictured things since we got back from Mexico.

And I can't wake up to her scent covering me. 'Why? Do you think you’re going to actually start feeling something for the girl you continuously push away?' Ghost mocks me. 'I'm not going to feel anything for her. She's nothing to me. But the more time we spend with her, the more time her scent is under our skin, the harder it's going to be for you when she's is no longer needed. Just saving your heart.' I respond. He roars in my head and disappears to the back where I can't see him. I pull open my laptop and start looking through the latest finance report.

“While my daughter remembers being seven years old and promising you forever under these same ghosts?” He drove into her slick, cum-filled pussy in one savage thrust, stretching her wide. Elara moaned sharply as he fucked her hard and deep against the pillar, the wet, filthy squelching of his cock stirring the creamy mess inside her echoing in the small space. The ghosts of the Bound Spirits hovered around them, translucent faces watching with luminous hunger.

I call once more, hoping he can hear me. The ghouls hands wrap around my neck and my vision starts to fade. I can feel Nikolai’s presence in my mind. I know he is close by. The ghoul knows it too. He opens his mouth wide, all of his teeth turning into razor sharp fangs. I can hear a rattling noise, the telltale sign that a ghoul is getting ready to devour their prey. I don’t want Nikolai to see this, I concentrate with everything I have and push at his presence, expelling him from my mind. I feel alone again, and I know that Nikolai won’t have to watch me die. At least I could give him this. ***NIKOLAI***