Ghost Hunter's Daughter Novels & Stories

The ghost's silent guidance leads us to a clearing bathed in moonlight, where a figure lays sprawled on the ground in a pool of darkness. Drawing closer, we realize with a jolt of recognition that it was Alena, our precious daughter. But her form is translucent and insubstantial, her features blurred as if caught between worlds. The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity.

It was the same voice she had spent the past twenty-five years of her life with. Hunter Garrick stepped into the light, staring not at the chaos behind her—but at his daughter, who had just calmed the beast. The daughter he was ready to take back home tonight.

Star’s smirk widened, he was getting worked up. “I’m not a hunter.” She spun on her heel and pinned him under her gaze, he chuckled. “Really? The Academy’s “Star” student- pun intended. Expects me to believe she’s not a hunter?” He threw his head back laughing which irked Star, “You’re Elijah Cullen’s daughter, it’s practically in your blood.” He sneered. “If that’s true then so is dying and I don’t plan to end up the way my father did.” She spat and pushed past him, suddenly regretting coming to the party altogether.

To be honest with myself, I didn't just find her really attractive, my feelings for her was deeper than that. Astonishing as it might be, about six months ago, I wouldn't have believed that I would spare the daughter of Anthony Hunter for more than one second. For several years, I had mused and dreamt of how I'd destroy and wreck havoc on every werewolf soul for killing every one I'd ever loved and for ruining my childhood and hopefully not, my life. Then about a year ago, I'd found out about Hillary, one of the surviving daughters of Anthony Hunter, who had been under the supervision of Anthony's Luna—Gladys.

his voice echoed darkly. “Who… or what are you?” I asked in shock as I heard his steps drawing closer. “We are your worst nightmare, daughter!” This time, the voice that thundered was Hunter’s—my father, who was supposed to be dead. “H-how… how is that possible?” I stammered, trembling uncontrollably.

“Mork?” “Mork?” Denver stared at her as though he was trying to remember who had that name. “No, no, not Mork. Definitely not him. Although he has been missing since Rhea’s disappearance. I have good reason to suspect that he is in league with Rhea now but that’s none of my my business. Ghost wants the daughter of the Alpha Ferran.” “The Alpha of the Ice Wolves Pack has a daughter?” Syke frowned. “Yes he does like I just said,” Denver nodded. “And she is Ghost’s primary target now. Word has it that she is in the company of Xavier and his werewolves. Ghost wants her.”

I never gave up, but no matter how long or how hard I tried to track her down, it was like trying to catch a ghost. Their disappearance hasn’t made a dent in the demon activity. Now it’s just stupid people doing evil things without having to be cohorced by a woman and her daughter. Today though, Greggory oversteps his boundaries once again. I don’t why, but it bothers me. It shouldn’t, she’s a monster, but it feels as if she's my responsibility. Maybe I’ve been reading Reedus’s journals too much. Greggory’s words echo throughout the room, cutting my thoughts short, “I found her mother.” He’s ready for praise, a pat on the back for a job well done. “She’s hiding out in a trailer park about fi

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

The girl he’s raised as his own. I just wanted to talk to him. To explain what happened. But he wouldn’t hear it. He wouldn’t even take my call. No, instead, he sent every hunter we have in America after me. Can you believe that? What great parents I ended up with. A mother who raped and murdered a werewolf. A mother who mistreated and tried to kill her daughter. A mother who was willing to kill me to get to her daughter. And now, a father who stops caring about the daughter he raised puts a bounty on his son’s head.

The other man moved besides me, "Haven't you heard?, it's been the gossip for the folks here and in town. They also say she is haunted by a vampire, Dracula." "Are you certain she's aurora's child?" I asked looking at him with hope. "Yes and a while back both Zayn and the girl journeyed to Ashborn." I fell to my knees when muttered those words. She was alive. My daughter.....my daughter was alive and being haunted by a vampire. I couldn't stay a day longer. I had to leave. I needed to see her I needed to see my daughter