Ghost Hunter Book Novels & Stories

Hunter growled in pain and flinched back. Zara shoved him to the ground and retrieved the vial from his back pocket. "I'm not dying so easily, MacIntyre. You'll have to outsmart me if you truly want to kill me." Zara sniggered before she bolted into the night. Her feet thudded in the dead quiet of the night as she ran towards the cemetery. On the other hand, Hunter rose slowly, his lips twitching in a dark smirk. He didn't rush to go after her. He didn't even try. He took his time to get up as the air grew thick with sizzling tension.

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

“Just off the top of my head? Waverly Hills, Trans Allegheny, Eastern State Pen. All of them worth a whole season, and one heck of a season finale. And not like they wouldn’t have let you guys shoot on any of them because you hadn’t booked the slot. I mean, c’mon, you’re the bleep -ing Haunters.” I rested my elbows on my legs, my hands together against my chest, looking ahead at the Quabbin. “But he came back to Blotter Manor,” I said, like thinking aloud. “And he did it only to help me and an entity that had almost killed him.” I narrowed my eyes with a mild frown. “Tell me about guts. Tell me about heart!” I shrugged again with a smile I was grateful he couldn’t see because, to me, it was

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

Suddenly an idea clicked. I looked inside myself and found Blaze nodding too. Well he can read my mind. So no wonder he knew what I wanted to do. I looked around. Basically it’s a bit of a deserted area. Usually no maids are allowed here if me or Callum are here. So I stripped behind a tree and shifted. Blaze wanted to howl in happiness. He was getting naughty. And I was laughing thinking about Callum 's possible reaction. Taking slow and steady steps Blaze trotted to where Callum was laying. He gently pushed the book out of his face with his paw. Callum stirred for a while but he was in deep sleep.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

I let her banter, hoping she would feel relieved after letting it all out of her chest. “The woman I wanted last night was a wife of a hunter. The husband saw me. He was skilled and other hunters came as well. He was quick to alarm the others. I was just barely able to escape. Hunters, like them, use high technology gadgets to locate ghosts and other supernatural like us, especially if we are anointed by the blood of the victim or they got a sample of ours.” She turned around to face me. Her nervousness was all over her face.

He shrugged, “It’s that way with some people. Thank goodness it’s rare, though. I need my talents for this job, believe me.” I set my own mug down. “Will you explain how you handle things? I still don’t understand what a handler does.” Geoffrey headed for the door. Keeping his back to me, he stopped with his hand on the door knob and said, “I help chase down the bad guys and handle the disposal of them.” “Disposal?” I asked. “Well, they’re supernatural beings so we can’t very well send them to prison,” he explained. “So you kill them?” I gasped.

My complaints fell on deaf ears, and he left me to start reading. My first choice was about werewolves. I was already involved with one, so it was only natural that I would want to know about them first. To my surprise, the book had nothing to do with learning about them. All it had were recipes and literature on how to kill them. I guessed this was the hunter's version and side of the supernatural world. I browsed through the others, and they were all the same. No wonder Gavin expected me to finish reading them in ten days. Seventy per cent of the books consisted of drawings and diagrams. I did not leave the library until it was evening. Too tired to eat, I had a sandwich and retired to my