Ghost Hunter's Daughter Novels & Stories

It was the only thing that would make sense. “It can’t be.” Alpha Hunter says and takes a step back. Not able to hold my tongue any longer I ask, “What can’t be?” Alpha Hunter continued to stare at Celeste before he says, “You’re the Moon Witch’s daughter.” Wait, What? I didn’t see that one coming and how did he know this. I looked back and forth between the two of them as they stared at each other. At this point even Damon looked confused and stepped away from Celeste.

She is bouncing up and down with me while Hunter is shaking with laughter at our antics, I try my best to have an excited expression. Yet when she hugged me, I slightly sensed a presence that seemed in her. It was cold, malicious, and terrifying. I felt it whisper to my mind calling me daughter. I felt like I heard a voice whisper. “Your time is soon my daughter.” I ignore it and do not show any sign of a reaction as we step forward together. "Let us go out to dinner!" Hunter says and I am so excited. I take all of my bags straight to my room where I will sort everything out later.

Hunter knew better than to get distracted while Hector was staring him down, so he didn't look behind to see who had opened the door. He heard heels against the tiles and then giggling. He was now at ease because Hector was distracted now, looking at the door. The giggling got louder and then, “Hunter is that you?” A female voice asked. Hunter looked back at her. It was Gabriella King, Hector's daughter. She had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a black leather mini skirt with a white tank top, a leather jacket and red heels. Almost touching the floor next to her, was her hand bag, hanging from her hand.

Yes I know it is, we are Vampires, humans do not interact with us. The ladies ask "How can he have such an affair?!" "Hunter has always been resilient with his self-control, and he does not hate humanity, it does not really surprise me, that does not make it right," I say to them. Edgar pulls out a paper and lays it on the table in front of me "There is one more thing, you told me to investigate into whom the mother and daughter are, I did and I found some interesting information" I reach for the paper as my mates also come closer. "Lucinda Fawns is the mother, she is familiar with our world. She grew up in Scotland right next to a pack boundary, it also seems that she knows everything about

Her hands were in her cardigan pocket as she walked with her head down, trying so hard to avoid eye contacts. *Come on, Kaylan. They're humans, not werewolves" she tried assuring herself. But how was she sure everyone of them would be human? There might actually be werewolves amongst them, in disguise. Yeah, her mother was a hunter and she knew most of this. She made sure her head was low enough as she continued walking and finally, she got to the entrance and pushed the door open, walking in. * Alpha Zane stood and watched from a distance as the Hunter's daughter walked into the restaurant. A creepy smile crept onto his face.

"About me... or her?" "You," he said quietly. "So she's real," I whispered, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me. He nodded. "Is she here?" "No." "Is she dead?" "No." "Then where is she?" "Taken." "When?" "Two years ago." No wonder he'd been happy to search with us. "Is there anything else I should know?" "He had a son." "Had?" "Had," Dave repeated, his voice quiet. "She killed him," Burney said, his words too loud for our tiny room. "He was with her when she was Taken. She didn't even hesitate."

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."

Hunter Tatiana Henry...the sound of her name sent a jolt through me that I hadn't felt in eighteen years. When her daughter appeared at my doorstep, my heart sank like a stone - could it be true? Could she really be my daughter? Tatiana had been like a shadow in my life, a ghost that I couldn't quite believe ever really existed. She was an enigma to me - one day, she was there with me, talking about our future plans together, and the next, she was gone. I had never seen or heard from her since that fateful night when we said goodbye to each other.

My mother. "The Architect didn't die in the silo, Miss Chen," Isabella said, her voice dropping to a silken, predatory whisper. "She’s been my 'guest' for twenty years. And the only thing keeping her neural-pattern from being permanently erased is the heartbeat of the Ghost Wolf." I felt the ground fall away from beneath me. My mother the woman who had been the phantom haunting my every move, the woman I thought had been vaporized by her own ambition was alive. And she was a hostage.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”