Novel & Cerita Ghost Hunter's Daughter

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.

I almost spilled the juice I was drinking because he suddenly grabbed my arm. When we passed by, we simply looked at what was inside. I was surprised to see Toshi and Kylo with other men talking Hunter and I finished a bucket of beer before we left for the morgue. I will prove to him that there is a ghost in our area and that ghost could be me. If I'm the ghost, then Hunter's grandfather really did pass the curse on to me - the curse of being a ghost. I sped up the operation of my tricycle even though I shouldn't be in a hurry. I can still hear Mom Carol's scream in my head when she chased us. Where are we going? Hunter and I couldn't even turn to him.

She was Lucas Quinn's daughter, the girl he was supposed to use, manipulate, control. But then her scent reached him, subtle and wild, a hint of lavender and something unyielding, and Hunter forgot all pretense of rationality. When Zara appeared in the doorway, quiet as a shadow, his chest clenched. She paused, her eyes wary with a strength that should have made him respect her, but not as the woman his blood and soul demanded. And yet… Hunter felt a pull, an impossible need to reach for her, to claim what was his. He barely stopped himself from taking a step forward, from closing the space between them in an instant.

his laugh tore out again, ragged and wild—“you’ve been protecting her this whole time without ever knowing.” Ghost’s breath caught, sharp and ragged. His mind spun back through every look, every whispered confession Emily had made. The fear in her eyes. The scars on her soul. Her name. Elaine’s eyes, staring back at him through another face, and he had never seen it until now. The prisoner grinned through blood. “Emily Parker. She’s not just some stray the Vipers took in. She’s your daughter.” Silence fell like a blade. For the first time in decades, Ghost’s hand shook. His knife slipped, clattering onto the table with a hollow clang. He stood motionless, his chest heaving, the world tilting

"When I was living in the human world, I met my best friend. She was like a twin sister to me sent from above. We had great memories together, but..." "But?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he stared at me. "Her name is Hazel. It turns out that she's the daughter of Mr. Calderon, the leader of all the hunters who were killing half of the population of the wolves. They became wealthy because of selling the wolves to the black market, chopping their bodies up for their personal desires." "How did you know that she's the daughter of that hunter?"

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

That would mean she is their daughter like Hunter George mentioned. Wait, how did a hunter father a pure-blooded witch? Something’s off and I’m not leaving without answers.

Chuckling, i made a move to drag the curtain but her voice stopped me. “If you kill me, you’ll never see your mother again” I froze, watching her cautiously. What the fuck was she going on about? My mother died a long time ago. In the hands of hunters. “What the fuck are you talking about?” My voice is so low, even I can’t hear it. She certainly does cause a glint enters her eyes. “Your father needs the blood of your brother’s pet to bring your mother back to life. She’s the daughter of the hunter that kill your mother. And her blood is half witch”

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

“All he said was that she was murdered by a hunter mob. Hunters haven’t been active in centuries. Not since we revealed our existence to the world.” “It’s a start. I can put my people on it. The guild in Cerathe was disbanded when Ava took the throne, but Alistair is still in touch with former members. If there’s any information on them, he will be able to find it.” Lucas sighed and pulled me closer to him. Breathing in my scent helped to calm him after particularly stressful events. Finding his daughter almost eighteen years after her mother vanished, pregnant with her, qualified as one of those events.