Ghost Hunter's Daughter の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

My thoughts drifted to my mother, as I stepped outside and got into my car after retrieving the keys from the valet. She would be rolling over in her grave, I was sure of it. Her daughter, renowned Vampire Hunter, the gifted mate to a Vampire. My thoughts instantly calmed as I tuned into the purr of the horses from my Bugatti, and we headed away from The Academy and towards an unknown destination.

I took in a sharp breath and walked to the podium. "Greetings everyone. My name's Scarlett Heidi Grey and I am the legitimate daughter of Late Paige Grey and Chairman Grey." I introduced, keeping my voice firm as I suddenly felt purposeful and powerful energy surge through me. I felt a powerful aura emit from my body as I uttered those words. The aura emitting from me was powerful enough to make everyone stare at me in awe. And just in that moment, I realized something. My mother's spirit has always been with me. ______ "Arrange a meeting with him Min Ha, I'll hear what business proposal JP's Enterprise got to offer that they've not let me be since I came here." Kyle said after the tracker g

“We have seen an increase in these hunters in the military and the greater D.C. area. I don’t have the exact numbers, but we would be interested in learning about the serum he has created. I may even have some test subjects available. I will speak to him directly.” He took the packet of papers again and ripped two pages from it. The DNA reports from CODIS and my profile were set side by side in front of me. “So, daughter, you know what this means?” “Yes.” “Good. Let’s start with the person you killed.” * * * The anxiety flooding through Ghost betrayed his secret. “When did I kill someone?” I couldn’t imagine how he knew, and I didn’t. “Magnus?” Did that count as murder when he was brought ba

Without a word, we rushed from the bedroom and down the grand staircase, security scrambling to keep formation around us. In the entrance hall, surrounded by shocked pack members, stood a ghost from my past. Her once-lustrous dark hair was now streaked with gray, her face lined with age and hardship, but there was no mistaking those cold, calculating eyes—the same eyes that had looked at me with disgust throughout my childhood. Aurora Howlthorne,my father's presumed-dead Luna, Enzo's mother, and my tormentor—had returned from the grave. Her gaze locked with mine as I descended the stairs, and beneath the theatrical grief, I caught a flash of something else—satisfaction. As if a carefully lai

ADAM I could not find peace tonight, seeing that girl, it felt like I had gone back in time. She was the spitting image of my Selene. And I couldn’t stop thinking about whether that girl was my Ayla, the daughter we had to hide. I never heard what her name was, but I heard them talking about a lone wolf saving her when that fucking heir attacked her. Could it be my father? who, after all these years where still alive, and around to look after her.

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

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

she whispers, "my mother was not just a secretary." She turns the photograph over. On the back, in faded ink, is a single line with my father. The first general. This is where it all began. The world tilts. I grab the table to steady myself. "Your mother was married to one of them?" "Not married." Zoe's voice is hollow. "She was his daughter. She is one of them." She looks at me, her grey eyes lost, and I realize the ghost that has been hunting us is not a stranger. It is her family. The clock ticks, and I realize—I am holding the key to the dungeon, and I am the one who let her in.