Ghost Hunter's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

She listened as the man said “I got back last night, just in time for Patricia’s get together here. You know how it is, either we attend her forays, or she makes our lives hell. It’s easier to give in.” Hunter nodded and smiled he said, “Damon you remember my family, and the Denae’s.” At his nod, Hunter said “But you don’t know our Angel, Angel this is Damon Huntington, Damon this my daughter Angel.” She noted if her father had introduced her as his Mistress this man wouldn’t have batted an eyelash. But the fact she was his daughter caused him to choke on his drink. Angel smiled and said, “Nice to meet you I think, though if you keep choking like that it might be the last meeting you ever ha

Especially as it wasn't Max. "Calm down Lucas. I know what I am doing," The hunter said and stood up from his bed to move to sit on a sofa. Lucas followed him. "My daughter just got hurt and you tell me to calm down!" Lucas exclaimed. "She is not your daughter!" the hunter reminded, his gaze on Lucas sharp. "You have no idea who the girl's father is… You have no idea the role the girl's father played in your wife's death," the hunter spelled out and Lucas creased the lines on his eyebrows in confusion.

“You want me? Fine. But she stays out of it. They all do.” Ghost tilted his head, voice calm and cruel. “Do you think I’ve waited all these years just for you? No, Cruz. I’ve waited for the moment I could take everything from you. Piece by piece. Until you finally break.” “That’s what this is about?” I whispered, horrified. “Breaking you?” Ghost laughed, the sound echoing. “Not just him. You too. I want you to watch as he crumbles. And then…” His finger shifted toward our daughter. “I’ll take her.”

He's David Quill, Rick's father and the company's former deputy CEO. My ears buzzed. In that instant, every clue snapped into place. Ivy hadn't died in an accident. She'd been murdered. She remained in the apartment because she was burdened by a massive injustice and had unfinished business tying her down. And Rick targeting me at every turn wasn't just out of jealousy. It also was out of guil

He had saved my life more than once, even after I had chosen another over him, and now he had brought back Lucas to me. “Ben is dead.” Lucas spoke. His voice crossed between anger and sympathy. He knew that Ben had been my only friend for a very long time. Lucas stroked my hair gentle as if to comfort. “I figured,” I said after a while. “He was not the man I thought he was, none of them were.” Sadness leaked out of me as I told Lucas of everything he had missed in the last day. It came as no surprise to him that Lucifer was dead, or that it had been Darren who had let Lucifer in to take him, but to find out that I was in fact the daughter of Oona and Lucien did. He had no idea of the history

“She sides with beasts! She dishonors her bloodline. If we don’t end her now, her poison will spread.” A cheer rose in answer, stomping feet and raised fists. Hunters I had sparred with, hunted with, trained beside—now they shouted for my death. Something inside me cracked, jagged edges tearing through my chest. I turned back toward my father, praying for hesitation, for the flicker of doubt in his eyes. Surely—even after everything—he couldn’t want this. Surely, under the rage and coldness, there was some piece of him that still remembered I was his daughter.

He had a story, and he would need help from the Blue Moon’s magic with that story. Jody had long ago learnt just to accept Gabriella’s hunches and stories. She always seemed to know what people needed and how the magic would have its way with a guest. Finally, but not least, there was a Greta Johansen coming. She was a ghost hunter and wanted to come to explore the hauntings of Evergreen Grove’s little hamlet.

"I was. For a moment, I touched true death. And it showed me what I really am." I took a step forward, and the stone beneath my feet cracked. Power radiated from me in visible waves of silver light that made the air shimmer and dance. "I am Ghost Wolf, daughter of the moon, born of a bloodline that predates your pathetic scrambling for power by centuries." Another step, kelly backed away, her eyes wide with something she'd never shown me before. Fear. "And you," I continued, my voice dropping to something cold and lethal, "are nothing but a thief wearing stolen glory."

Unknown P. O. V Hector made every rogue leave the room. "Did you see anything Gia ".Hector asked impatiently. " Yes though I have not seen her face but only the eyes .she is his mate. This girl is the daughter of the tribrid and the soul inside her is the fifth daughter of Selene".