Ghost Hunter Book Novels & Stories

She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact. “How do you suppose your journal got there?” he asked. She looked him in the eye, doing her best to keep a straight face. “I was walking home last night, and I lost it somewhere. Maybe they found it.” He studied her. Finally, he said, “Maybe.” They stood there, in silence. “The weirdest thing of all,” he continued, “is that, before I went completely unconscious, I could have sworn I saw you there, standing over me, yelling at those guys to leave me alone….Isn’t that crazy?”

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Chapter 2: The Hunter's Burden Amidst the fearful whispers, young Gabriel Devereaux, a skilled hunter, felt an unrelenting pull to protect his village. Haunted by the memory of his father's disappearance during a previous full moon, Gabriel vowed to uncover the truth and rid Ravenswood of the curse that plagued them. Armed with his father's silver dagger and unwavering determination, Gabriel set forth on his perilous journey. Chapter 3: The Enigmatic Stranger

" I remembered staring down the dog I have never seen standing in front of your apartment. I remembered that I love lying down on this couch. I remembered the direction of your room even though I am not sure I have been there. I am sure that if I think deeper I will remember how your foodstuffs in your cabinets are arranged, I don't even know how I know that you have cabinets. You have to tell me why I know these things before I go insane. " Maisie sat close to Zach. " if I do tell you about it, you would think that I am crazy. " Zach froze at that. " that is my nickname for you isn't it. " Zach asked as Maisie released another gasp in shock. " It was. " Maisie said softly. " before you left

To my surprise, it was the book - the same book that we have in the future. "Right," I said. "While I was inside the main house earlier, I saw tons of books scattered in one of the rooms there. There was thing weird feelings that were pulling me closer to them and ended up holding it. Don't you think it's a coincidence?" Hunter furrowed and slide closer to my spots and snatched the book. "It's the same book you gave me, Mr, Grey." I continued. "take a look at it. Every word and pages are identical to the one you gave me, right?"

I came here when Hunter regained his memories. "I will send you the address but be warned there Is fifty wolves blindly following her every word. Don't try to find me I will be a ghost from here on out". He texted back just as we finished packing and I went to the bookshelf in my room and hit a button. The wall slid open and R chuckles. "You always had an escape plan",he stated.

But none of them are what I need. Exhaustion stretches its fingers through me. I rub my eyes, dragging my palms over my face. I haven’t slept since before the claiming, and even then, it was more surrender than rest. But I can’t stop. Not yet. Not until I find something that will help Khael. My hand grazes another book tucked behind the larger volumes. It’s thin. Bound in dark blue fabric. No title. I slide it free. The first page contains only a title: The Curse of Hucow Hollow.

An old, torned book interested her when she took it out and placed it carefully on the slab. "I have arrived to avenge Gabriel's death…" I am the death of everything they expected… this story won't die and i won't let it die…. The silence in the woods is as terrifying as it can be. The creatures are hiding in the shadow, prying eyes locked on the target. In a matter of seconds, the silence interrupted when a hunter hunted its prey.

Goddess, I hated that word almost as much as I hated keeping up with Alpha Hunter’s ruse. Setting my breakfast down on a nearby table, Sterling hummed quietly. As he turned, his lips twitched clearly fighting a smile. “Actually, I was referring to you sleeping in the library, but by all means you may continue.” I gave him a flat glare which coaxed a chuckle from him, “Fine, but remember you’re the one who said it, not me.” His eyes dropped, scanning my rumpled clothes with interest. “Did you know a ghost roams this very library? Some old scholar type who died of a heart attack in the armchair right over there by the window. He tells me you found something but won’t elaborate on what it is.”

"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.