Ghost Hunter Zak Bagans Novels & Stories

"So what's the plan?" "First, we have to gather intelligence," Ghost said, "Hacker, Focus all your resources on finding that mountain facility; blueprints, guard rotations, everything." "Already on it," Hacker confirmed, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "Butcher, how's your arm?" Ghost turned to him. "It'll hold. I can still shoot." Butcher grunted

Jackson waited to see if the doctor would request one as well, but he was too preoccupied with healing those around him to worry about smoking. Pete nervously picked his way past the zombie-like ghosts. He hugged Adam’s doctor bag close to his chest with one hand while the other rested on the butt of his pistol. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d witnessed Harold being torn to shreds by these… whatever they were. Beads of sweat coated his forehead and neck when he finally reached them. “I left my family’s trappin’ business to seek life and maybe some adventure. I’m sorry I did that.”

she asked. William gave her a sidelong glimpse and considered the question. "Because my wolf instinct is to hunt. My vampire requires human blood, which makes them my natural prey. It's a dangerous combination, and one you now have, too. Since I was never human, I can't rely on my humanity the way Paoli can." She was quiet for a moment. "That's why you guys always use the blood bags," she guessed. "Exactly," he said. "You can't kill if the person isn't there when you drink the blood. It keeps everyone safe."

“But the hunters—” “There are still an odd few who drink from humans, provided that they are willing,” Gregory answered. “And then there are the rogues who have lost their ability to think and are drowned in bloodlust. Hunters are appointed to take care of those who escape even the toughest of vampire security and keep killing humans in their madness. How long have you been a hunter, child?” Zaira felt heat creep up her cheeks at Gregory’s inquiry. “Two months.”

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

This feels lighter, automatic—like stepping where the ground has already been mapped. They call me Ghost. It simplifies things. Ghosts don’t leave witnesses. Or questions. Or pieces of themselves behind. Conversation thins as I pass. People shift their feet. I registered the looks without meeting them. Curiosity from the younger ones. Calculation from the handlers. And something closer to superstition from everyone else. I am twenty-two years old. I’ve been killing since I was fourteen. The numbers don’t settle into pride or shame. They sit like inventory. A medic steps aside as I pass. His eyes drop to the insignia stitched inside my collar—black thread on gray. Ghost-class comes without ra

He looked at the black-clad assassin's body and roared, "What are you good for? You can't even handle such a minor issue! Aren't you supposed to be a semi-supreme grand martial artist? Where's your energy, and where are your throwing knives?" "Useless! All the Eight-Armed Guardian's descendants are useless!" In the hall, a large group of Zadra family's bodyguards remained silent, not daring to speak! "Mister Zadra." After a while, a cautious captain of the bodyguards approached Franklin and whispered, "The Ghost Worshiper's death is suspicious. Shouldn't we investigate? He hid above the dome; who could've found his trace? "Also, with the Ghost Worshiper's strength, even if they found his tra

Zack has black hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes. Zack is a hunter. Hunters are like the police for supernaturals. If we step out of the line, it is their job to bring us to the authorities for punishments. He is the kind of guy who can shoot anyone without any hesitation but ever since he met Sarah he changed. He still goes by the book but he owes me a big favor.

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

Quincy The sky had darkened when we crossed out of Khad’s territory, the city loosening its grip inch by inch as if though it had finally decided to let me go. I had trusted Khad completely to erase those fuckers out of this earth by making their death look like a accident. That's what he's known for. The ghost hunter. I watched the duffel bag leave my hands and land in his. It was the close off of our bargain. “This is for upfront,” I’d told him. “Five hundred more when it’s done.”