Ghost Hunter's Daughter Novels & Stories

When Xander arrived, he stood up and turned toward us, then froze. Drake: You look so much like your mother. He wanted to rush toward me, but I dodged a step back, which made him stop. Xander gently squeezed my hand and said, Alexander: Your daughter went through absolute hell wherever she was. She has no memory of you yet, and, for goodness' sake, I'm the only one who can easily touch her right now. You have to take it slow and let her come to you.

If something is in the hallway waiting, it is beyond my ability to sense. “Ghosts aren’t real,” I remind myself as the door slides behind us. “But this feels like we’re haunted.” What if I’m wrong? Maybe they are real and have always been here, watching us, waiting for us to notice them? Returning my focus to the control panel before me, I refocused my attention on finding my lost daughter, Ursa. I need to find her, not just because she's my heir and the future celestial queen, but because, after forty years apart, I can't bear to lose any more time with her. I know she doesn't need a mother anymore, but I need her, or at least to know that she is safe. Daax won’t admit it, but he’s just as

She froze when our eyes met. It seemed she knew what was going on between Dylan and me. She wasn't even surprised to see me. Her face was blank as she looked at me. I couldn't stop thinking about the past. The scene was the same as when I left the mansion. "Wow! Look, Mom! A school bus!" Thalia shook my hand and pointed to the yellow bus that had stopped in front of the car we were in. The little girl I saw at the mall got off the bus. She was Dylan and Dayana's daughter.

"We seek our sister, our friend, our female Gamma. Protector of the weaker members, bringer of peace and truth when necessary. The future of this pack. Whose firstborn son is destined to become our next Alpha. Leader of this pack. Protector of all members, new and old. Beloved leader to The Midnight Moon Pack. Our female Gamma, whose second-born son is destined to hold the rank of Gamma. Protector of the weaker members. Bringer of peace and truth when necessary. The future of this pack. Show us her location." The six other witches in the room continued to chant. The flames of the candles grew larger. The air in the room moved around us as though a storm was brewing, and we were standing outs

"Pity. You cannot do anything to me. Infact, you need me." "How dare you insinuate—" "Without an anchor to the mortal realm, you'd be gone in a day. Two at the most." The woman waved a bored hand, then jerked her chin towards the cauldron. "I can see you were trying to perform a ritual. The Ritual of Infernal Transformation, perhaps?" Aosoth gritted her teeth. "It failed." "Figures." "My daughter is one of yours now." She spat. "A Hunter,"

Destruction is staring at me in the face and on the skull. With ungainly steps, I try to peek over the high cliff to see how far the bottom is but retreat quickly with a gasp when I almost lose my footing. "You are at a dead-end, Mara." No shit Sherlock. I squirm when I feel a spine-chilling breathing down my neck followed by a sinister chuckle that mocks my helplessness. "Jump or come with me, either way, your soul is mine." I find myself shifting backward as if I am being controlled by a remote.

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

Still, I tried to reason with the adult in him. “Are you sure you want your right-hand guy to babysit your college student daughter?” My father sighed. “Amber, you’re my daughter. The next heir of Blood Moon. Why wouldn’t my right-hand man be up for the job? And he isn’t babysitting—he’s protecting you. And Hunter is the only man I trust to protect you.” Oh good Deity. “Besides, what father can stand having his daughter—college student or not—stalked by some imbecile.”

I take a deep breath and open the door, and step out into the hallway. I walk through and make my way to the dining hall. I pass pictures of the girls, both past and present. I stop looking at one in particular. The legend that was Ghost. Alessa Valentino. She is standing next to my grandma and a woman with baby pink curly hair, Candy. My grandma was younger back then. Ghost was a legend. She was found days after her parents were killed by the Bratva. Her aunty was the OG founder of the Mother’s Revenge, but as usual, not everything was as it seemed.

With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a glass of hellfire whiskey and dropped it into my father's hand. "Why are you even here, Dad?" I asked, unable to keep the exasperation out of my voice. Lucifer took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it for a moment before answering. "Can't a father drop in on his beloved daughter without an ulterior motive?" "Not when that father is you," I retorted. "And especially not when you show up unannounced in the middle of... well, you know." Sebastian shifted uncomfortably beside me. I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. It was almost amusing, seeing the normally composed vampire so flustered.