Ghost Hunter Book Novels & Stories

I can hear small whispering types of sobs coming from the person he's holding hostage. I l**k Michelle telling her to keep it down as she approaches, so she's on high alert and won't be caught off guard if by chance there's anymore intruders hanging around outside. I try to l**k my father before I take anymore steps towards them. But I am met with a barrier. He must be fighting. That's the only time he blocks me out. I slowly move forward crouching down as I go, moving closer to were I hear the quiet sobs coming from. Glancing in between the books, when I spot Mrs. Honey and the male standing beside her, as I sniff the air to make sure I don't smell any blood coming from her, another scent h

It's supposed to, but I’m still deeply troubled with sleepless nights. Killing them didn't bring Leah back, I knew it was never going to, however, her killers didn't deserve to live either. “Come in” I knew Hunter was going to find me anytime soon and he just came knocking immediately. “Hey,” “Hey” I dropped the book I had grabbed from the shelf to read to tend to Hunter. Once I grab one of those books, I never take my attention off them easily. “What are you up to?” He grabbed a seat.

“Some ghosts don’t haunt you with screams. They haunt you with resemblance.” Leora stared at the violet. Pressed flat. Fragile. Dry as ash. And yet somehow, alive. Like it had been waiting—not just in this room, but across time. Across silence. Like it had known she’d return. That eventually, she’d come back here, open the book, and see it. Not as a flower. But as a message. A trace. A warning. A ghost trapped between pages.

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

He said to himself, slowly, “This book... is said to contain the eternity. No living on... can ever replace its essence...” “So foolish,” I commented abruptly, and the curves in his lips only widened. “That's! How can he smile while holding the book? Is it really contain the eternity?!” Alarkin... is just a foolish. So how can he be the very figure of that night? The next moment I wake up, the news of losing the class already reach the institution. “I'm dead?!” I almost couldn't believe how this world really revolve. “It's been a month,” the veil-woman inform, “so authority of this place thought you, together with your group, is dead!”

Isa nodded quickly and flew up the stairs, locking her door as soon as she was back in her room. 'You didn't let me kill him.' Daimen, who had gone silent for a while, finally spoke. She groaned inwardly, hoping he could hear that too. I didn't let you kill him. Wait. I didn't let you kill him? 'Yes.' What? How? You had no problem killing other people without my permission. He went silent. He fucking went silent when she needed an answer. She turned to stare at the book she'd left on her bed. The cursed book. The one that had brought her this problem but had no solution for it. Now, there was no single evidence of how she had encountered this problem. And the problem itself was invisible to

What the fuck? Giovanni yelled out to another psycho with an impressive beer gut and in a too small leather jacket to get the fucking car and drive it inside. Amber caught her father’s gaze. “Padre? What did you do? How did you make them have seizures?” “I cannot tell you all our secrets Figila.” “And Ghost was not a psycho I take it?” she said. “No. He was not one of us. Just a hired gun they brought in,” confirmed Giovanni.

she replied and seethed at Kyle who gave her a hard slap across the face. “There is another thing,” Gazzeus said and rose to his feet. “I saw the mummified body of a young girl. Must have been up to a day since she dried but I noticed she had black blood.” “Black blood,” Aamon repeated in an uninterested tone and used his thumb to rub his forehead. His hand suddenly stopped moving and he shot his eyes wide before standing from his throne. “Did you say black blood?” he asked. “Yes, master. Isn’t it strange that the witches are back after a long time and the Nightbloods whom we thought were no longer in existence are now being used by them?”

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.