Ghost Hunter's Daughter Novels & Stories

Inside the dwelling, Isolde froze briefly before obeying almost immediately, her frantic breathing struggling to steady itself as Fiora remained beside her, helping guide the child through the final moments of birth while another scream tore from Isolde’s throat, her body arching slightly from the pain as Fiora carefully lifted her gown higher, her focus fixed entirely between Isolde’s trembling legs. “Almost there,” Fiora urged quickly, panic and hope mixing inside her voice as she reached forward carefully with both hands. “I can see the head.” "Werwolves... Over there," a soldier shouted from the distance while pointing directly toward us, his voice slicing sharply through the chaos as Lu

Her pulse roared like thunder inside her ears. Her feet moved before her mind caught up. She took a step forward. Then another. Drawn by something beyond logic. Beyond reason. Drawn by the invisible thread that had tugged at her ever since her daughter was “lost.” The little girl turned, as if sensing her. Their eyes met. The girl froze. Then — astonishingly — her expression softened, and she tilted her head with familiarity far too deep for a stranger. She whispered, voice barely audible: “You feel like… home.”

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 am now Scarlett Heidi Grey of Birmingham City; the only daughter of the late Paige Grey and the eldest and legitimate child of the chairman of the formidable JP's Enterprise. I can't afford to fool around. I reminded myself; not when my mother's murderer was still breathing fine and living fine and definitely she wasn't fooling around too, knowing my existence has become the bane of her own existence. "Come on, Sky. I want to introduce you to my Dad," I smiled at her. Moments later, I had introduced my Dad to Skylar and he seemed to like her and approved of her stay with me for as long as we both want. He already approved that some time ago anyway, he only just reaffirmed his promise.

“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.

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.

She stood before me with her small hands outstretched. “Mother,” she said, though her lips didn’t move. “They will come for us. You cannot hide forever.” Her words were clear as glass, but behind them, I heard screams. Wolves at war. Flames devouring forests. And behind it all, a shadow tall, faceless, merciless. The shadow lifted its hand, and my daughter disappeared in a flare of light. I woke with a scream that shook the cabin. Caleb was there instantly, his hand gripping mine. Sweat slicked my skin; my body shuddered with the aftershocks of pain.