Novel & Cerita Ghost Hunters Adventure Club

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’

He nodded at Zee approving it. After a while Callum was calm enough not to shiver and panic. "Now. How about some juice"? Saint came into the room with another glass and this time he drank it silently. "Callum ". He saw Stephen sitting beside him with Enzo slipping out of the bed. They all settled giving Stephen the margin to hold him. And support them both. "What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us.

I hear them both talking in the kitchen with my enhanced hearing and Adrian seems a little pissed off that I am here. Hmm interesting, With heavy footsteps I hear him trudging up behind me and watch him slide into the booth seat across from me. His facial expressions give him away too easily, Before you say anything I tell him, I have news and I do not like what I am hearing. He instantly straightens and pushes his shoulder back to show me that I have his full attention. Someone informed me that hunters have been spotted around Houndgrave. Also, I have footage of them using a portal to enter the human world, specifically in this area. I watch him clench and unclench his fists, Judging by the

The boys laughed, and Conri hugged them. Eventually, Thea’s phone rang. She jumped and then answered it, putting it on speakerphone and recording. “Chris?” Thea said. “We’re still following,” Chris said over speakerphone. “We’re about a mile out from that block Chase and Hunter suspect is their headquarters. We haven’t seen a single shadow demon in any of the humans here.” The group all looked at each other with expressions of shock and confusion. “Have you seen any werewolves or vampires or witches in the city?” Xavier said.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

Khalid shouted, taking the wheel from me and veering just before we’d collide with the lead car. Khalid leaned away from the open window as the cars scrapped against each other. As the driver of the other vehicle and Khalid glared at each other, I realized something. I didn’t recognize the driver and had no reason to, but what shocked me was he was not human! That’s a vampire! A fucking vampire is driving a guild car chasing us!? What The FUCK!?

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

Pushing up from the mattress, I move to the window and glance out, and what I see punches the air from my lungs. Ghost is in the middle of the yard, surrounded by patch-wearing members. One of them lands a punch to his jaw as another grabs him from behind. Ghost jerks, but doesn’t fall. His laugh is raw and bloody. He’s still standing. The fuck? I don’t stop to think. I’m out of the room, down the hall, flying through the club like something’s chasing me. I shoulder past a couple of prospects and storm outside, pushing through the wall of bodies until I reach the ring.

And then I had woken up alone to a cold bed with his familiar warmth gone. There had been no note, no phone number, nothing I could use to identify. The only thing that remained was his faint scent and the memory of his body writhing beneath mine and I pounded him. Rage had coiled in my belly. He dare he run away? Nobody walked away from me. No one had dared to disappear from me without any form of consequences. That same morning, I had made calls. I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him.

Fear that if he falls, I'll be alone in a world that just became infinitely more dangerous. I squeeze his hand back. Through the same bond, I send him something he needs to hear. "Don't you dare die on me," I say. "I won't," Adrian says. "I can't. You're my reason to survive." We move toward the elevator. Catherine, my father, Adrian, and me. Behind us, the broadcast continues. Adrian's voice still echoes through every supernatural network. The elevator doors open and hunters flood in. Not human hunters. Paranormal hunters. The Council's elite forces.