Ghost Hunter Book Novels & Stories

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

I’d thought my parents would be there to see me get married, but I didn’t think my dad would appreciate watching Zander sink his penis and his teeth into me. He’d thank me for it later. If the curse was ever lifted, and we beat it, maybe Zander would have a ceremony with me. This castle was big enough to hold hundreds of guests. One issue at a time, Piper. I snagged a book from my nightstand. An icy breeze settled over my skin, raising goosebumps against my flesh. I was no paranormal investigator, but I’d watched enough TV to know the room chilled when you weren’t alone. I pressed the book to my chest.

I managed to get a good enough view to see that Max and Eddie were holding their own, although the vampires were dealing with the majority. When the back door of the van opened, I expected it to be Peter or Max. Instead, it was a very large zombie. He pulled me by my ankles onto the ground. My scream of surprise and rage echoed in my head, although no one around me seemed to respond so I question if it made it to my lips.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

He moved with me, keeping his arm around my waist and trailing the fingers of his other hand around my kneecap. “I’ve been around a long time,” he hummed. “And you aren’t the first hunter I’ve met. Besides,” he added, with a wry smile, “my very existence goes against the laws of nature. It would be… ill-advised of me to doubt the existence of other supernatural beings.” I made a non-committal sound in the back of my throat. He smiled. “Maybe that could be our first hunt together. The ghost of Wiley Manor.” I snorted at that. “Sounds like a terrible name for an equally terrible book.”

he whispers. That thought terrifies me more than anything because I knew that Ghost has her scent now and no matter where she goes, he is willingly to follow her to the ends of the earth……fuck. I go back inside, fall onto the bed and open the book, tracing the first line with my thumb.

She asked, looking to Hunter. He shook his head somberly. “Remember what I told you the other night, Bella. When it comes to the Family—” “There are no coincidences,” Bella finished for him, collapsing back in the chair. “I also found this,” said Hunter, unzipping his jacket to reveal the scarlet book. It really looked more like a journal now that Bella was looking at it closely. He undid a bronze latch that was keeping the leather cover in place. There was no title that she could see, and the first few pages appeared blank save for a rather long handwritten dedication.

One of the remaining hunters snapped out of his shock and raised his weapon. “You think you’re untouchable?!” He fired. The bullet sliced through the air— But the Ghost had already moved. Fast. Too fast. A single step to the side. A slight turn. The shot missed completely. Before the hunter could react— Another shot rang out. Clean. Precise. He dropped instantly. The last hunter panicked. He turned and ran back into the tunnel— A mistake. The Ghost didn’t even aim this time. Just lifted the rifle and fired.