Ghost Hunters Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Anthony waited until he was sure that no one could hear their conversation before taking off the surgical gloves he had put on for effect. He walked slowly to his suitcase where he disposed of the gloves and fished out a scapular which he slipped into the pocket of his white coat then took a thin, clear, and flexible pipe. Teddy watched the man suddenly skeptical about being left alone with him. He didn’t know much about shapeshifters but he knew to stay the hell away from them. They were cunny and worst predators than their vampires. Because there was a bit of almost everything supernatural in them there was no telling the kind of dormant character one shapeshifter possessed. Even brothers

"I know about the Black Site. And I know you were the one who told Lorenzo to trigger the Blood Clause. You didn't save me from the fire, Dante. You were the match." I paused, leaning my head against the cold cell wall. "You told me ghosts aren't real. Well, you were right. Because the girl who trusted you is dead. You killed her in that quarry. Now, all that’s left is The Ghost. And a ghost doesn't stay in a cage." I slammed the laptop shut, killing the signal. Less than thirty seconds later, I heard the heavy thud of boots in the hallway. The electronic lock hissed, and the door swung open so hard it hit the wall.

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

“You look just like Alpha Landon.” “He’s my great grandfather.” Hunter stated. “He murdered me.” “He wasn’t the nicest man from what I hear.” Hunter offered. Klaus froze. “They know you’re here. The Head Phantoms. They can feel your presence. There’s so many of you. We must go now! Follow us!” We zoomed through the air. This time the other ghosts were watching us. They knew we didn’t belong here for sure now. “What is that?!” Oz cried.

“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.

Chloe kicked off her shoes. Meanwhile, Hunter was hallucinating. He saw Chloe smiling at him, her neck calling to him. Then his vision cleared, and he saw a man chained up, covered in blisters. He gagged. “Motherfucker,” he muttered. His mind was still playing tricks, a vampire in lace was coming at him. “No,” he shoved her away. “Hell no.”

He moved with me, keeping his arm around my waist and trailing the fingers of his other hand around my kneecap. “I’ve been around a long time,” he hummed. “And you aren’t the first hunter I’ve met. Besides,” he added, with a wry smile, “my very existence goes against the laws of nature. It would be… ill-advised of me to doubt the existence of other supernatural beings.” I made a non-committal sound in the back of my throat. He smiled. “Maybe that could be our first hunt together. The ghost of Wiley Manor.” I snorted at that. “Sounds like a terrible name for an equally terrible book.”

“I’m not sure. While they were putting out the chimney, sparks started raining down the dining room ceiling lights anyway. Everybody was baffled, because they’d cut the energy to prevent any short-circuits. I’m afraid the nasty things sneaked into the walls following the wiring and are still hiding there.” “Great! And how can we flush them out?” “Lift your top, I wanna check your belly. I think I know a way to get rid of them.” I held the top bottoms up to my chest with a little smirk. “You wanna offer Kujo another snack.” “Yup. So we need to cut his chain before the whole guesthouse goes up in flames.” Trisha knocked on the door and stuck her head into the room. “Hey, Fran! Good to see you’

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

“And… When Layla started working there, I felt that feeling even more. Like I wasn’t ever alone. Like I could look over my shoulder and find someone–something watching me from afar.” “What did that feel like to you?” Helen asks calmly. “That’s an odd question.” I chuckle, shrugging. “I guess… it didn’t feel threatening. Maybe… bored curiosity? That changed, though, when all the weird things started happening to Layla, and when we found out what Vera was doing to Miss Penny it got worse.” Chills erupt all over my skin. I shake them away. “Do you believe in ghosts, Helen?” “Oh, of course. You can’t live in the deep south without holding some belief about the spirits that linger here.”