Ghost Hunter Zak Bagans Novels & Stories

Just reading his mind led me to have more questions than I started with. He released my hand and gestured for me to follow him inside. This changed everything. He knew I was a Hunter, he may not have known I had a contract on his head, but he knew what I was capable of. He knew I had killed his kind. Maybe not how many, but he definitely knew and yet he was still interested in me. Does he have a death wish? I walked by his side through the entryway and into a set of large black double doors that seemed to open on their own. I gasped when my eyes registered the decor in his entryway. It was like I walked straight into a medieval castle.

she chanted, holding her hand out. I watched in utter awe as the splinters came out of the wound like magnets drawn to her hand. What the fuck? Adio hunters don’t fuck around. When the last splinter left my body, my wound slowly started to heal on its own. Zory carefully put the splinters and the stake into a plastic bag before putting all her tools away. “Here.” She tossed me a blood bag. “How and why do you have a blood bag?” I asked before sinking my teeth in.

"What? Grand Weapon? Ancient tomb? It’s just what men go after. It’s just a strange phenomenon going on in New World. It’ll always benefit us and will never harm us. The Heavenly Alliance and the sect must have gone to check it out. Let’s get ready to enter the Ghost World to rescue Archfiend Antigonus." With a fiend soul in him, he was not even bothered by the Sky Breaking Axe. What more is the Grand Weapon or the ancient tombs? To Skylar, it was not more important than rescuing Archfiend Antigonus. He had successfully assassinated Rogart and shifted the blame to Darryl. Moreover, a strange phenomenon had occurred in New World. Darryl and the Heavenly Alliance would certainly go and take a

Possibly a meter away from the hood of Hunter's car. It looks like a whole person dressed in all-black. Head to toe. Only he's wearing a hat dipped lower to hide his face. I'm not sure how long I'd been staring at it but suddenly, it tipped its head back and stared directly at me. I gasped. Gone is the tingling all over my body, the throbbing and ache persistent within my core. All gone. What in goddess' name is... that? "Nightcrawler," Hunter growls. A deadly glint in his eyes as he glared at this... man I just locked eyes with.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

Abruptly his hands got twisted at an odd angle and he tried to fight the invisible force but failed. The guy was thrown in the air and the next thing his back hit the tree, his bones twisting painfully as that dead body fell on the floor. Hunter stumbled wincing in pain as one of the f*ckers was able to claw at his back taking advantage of his distraction. It could be Agatha, he thought. Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him.

"A few months ago, I had to stitch up a human. A real piece of work who calls himself 'The Weaver.' He used to spend his nights in the neutral territory pawning himself off as some mysterious werewolf, but he’s really just a tech-savant who got in way over his head." Chatmory took a breath, his eyes clouding with the memory. "He paid me for the stitches by building me a ghost-protocol drive. He told me he’d been out in the forest, acting as the 'key' for three monsters who needed to break into a high-security bunker to save a girl. He was shaking so hard I could barely get the needle in him." Elias paused, the realization finally clicking as he looked from Jax to Fennigan, and then finally t

“We fight.” Kelvin stared at me, shocked. My eyes were glowing silver. “We can’t outrun this forever,” I said. “If I’m the Ghost Wolf, then let me be one.” We stepped into the tunnel as the ground began to shake. Shadows poured in from both sides—cloaked figures, each holding long silver daggers glowing with cursed energy. Flame Hunters. One of them raised a horn to his lips and blew. The sound wasn’t loud, but it cracked the air like lightning.

Mags inquires, taking a drag off her cigarette. “It was Zane who stopped me. It was like he knew what we were planning. I don’t know how he knew, but someone tipped him off. He saved all those humans. Zane is on to me, so I can’t do any more shit like that till Zane isn’t a problem anymore, which it’s safe to assume he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.” Ghost tells Mags folding his arms across his chest.