Ghost Hunters Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“While my daughter remembers being seven years old and promising you forever under these same ghosts?” He drove into her slick, cum-filled pussy in one savage thrust, stretching her wide. Elara moaned sharply as he fucked her hard and deep against the pillar, the wet, filthy squelching of his cock stirring the creamy mess inside her echoing in the small space. The ghosts of the Bound Spirits hovered around them, translucent faces watching with luminous hunger.

Because for a brief moment at Chloe’s apartment, he had looked like the man I’d once said yes to. Did that man really disappear? Or, if I kept waiting, kept forgiving, kept overlooking... would he ever come back? I stood and walked to the mirror above my dresser. The woman staring back at me looked exhausted, engaged to a ghost and haunted by a monster. Then, without warning, a memory came back. Hunter's room. His body pressed against mine. Then to the moment in his car. His whispered words against my skin: "I could have you screaming my name in the room next to my brother's."

The echoes the Crone guarded. They made no sound. They rose from the water and walked toward the shore, passing through the Hounds’ line as if the soldiers were made of smoke. A Hound fired a dart straight through a ghost’s chest. Nothing happened. The ghost stopped in front of the man, reached out a glowing hand, and touched his forehead. The Hound screamed. He dropped his rifle and clawed at his head. He fell to his knees as images of ancient battles, dragon fire, and dying wolves filled his mind.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

He turned around quickly, baring his teeth in anger, saying, “Show yourself!” The ghost’s voice drifted through the dark, but no longer sounded like Vincent's; it was deeper now, more hungry and malicious. “You can scream until your throat is raw, fox. She won’t hear you.” Vincent snapped his head up, his eyes glowing gold with anger as he responded, “You think I can’t find her? You believe I won’t break down every wall you create?” “You’re hunting,” the ghost whispered back. “But you don’t even know where to look.”

I questioned him with my one eyebrow rising. "No, wait, you are Xavier Hunter, only, but why are you talking like this?" He questioned and before I said something he immediately squealed, "I got the answer." "What is it?" I asked. "Your body is of Xavier Hunter but you are not him," he answered, making me wonder where I got him. "What the hell are you talking about?" I almost hit him but controlled myself and sipped on my beer lazily while waiting for his answer. "Yes, you are someone else..you are possessed by a ghost," he answered, and when he is saying those words his expression is like he is really watching the ghost in front of him. However, when I heard his answer I choked and then bur

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

I should've gone back then and there, but I had time on my side and nothing else better to do. I walked through the curtain as If I were a ghost. The bluish white walls were gone, still bright, but washed out. I could've walked through every wall here, but it felt wrong, so I walked the hall like I would have if I'd been there in person. Hazed holograms of living people dotted the place, hovering on the spot or moving along, going about their morning errands. Some of them I recognised. Sean and Kyle, two of Burney's friends, even Big Jim walked past.

sound, as I assume it must have opened based on it function to most likely notice the closeness of a being. Right now, I am staring down at the water when my thoughts lingers off to a different state. In my mind, I represent the Hunters in an individual, who is Cole Hunter, and represent the Vampires in two beings who are Nicholas and Hillary, whom I doubt have lasr names. Anyway, I imagine what is going through the heads.