Novel & Cerita Ghost Hunters Fanfiction

I, Draco and thief kept staring at him with unusual look when he bite down one bar of cage and pulled out pig and dig his all sharp teeth inside his. Pig blood dribble all around floor when it hit me who was he “HUNGER GHOST…..” I said with fearful eye. Jasmine POV: “HUNGER GHOST…..” I almost screamed and turned to Draco “HE.. HE IS SUMMONED BY HUNGER GHOST, HURRY UP… WE HAVE TO LEAVE OR HE WILL EAT US ALIVE” I screamed and nudge Draco and thief to free themselves as I myself tired to lose knots on my hand and legs, in meantime hunger ghost ate entire pig alive and moved to eat hen.. as he kept eating we three hurried to free our self, I was unskilled but managed to lose knots on my feet’s

Hunter. She was a hunter! I had developed some kind of insane obsession with a hunter! This time I was sure to find myself in a fate of death. The question, however, was who was she? A friend of theirs? A cousin maybe? I hoped that she was not a close relative of theirs or else this obsession would become a whole lot more complicated. A vampire and hunter having a more than platonic relationship was not only illegal, but suicide.

, is not like I can cross all the ghosts over before Mr black gets to them One thing for sure once ghost touches human blood they can't cross over which allows Mr black to suck up all their energy Which makes them turn into dust "Hey, what are you thinking about?" Blondie said walking in on me I clean my tears "what are you doing in here?" "It's the girls bathroom dumb, also wanted to check on you, are you okay?" "I thought you didn't care, you shoved me not too long ago" She sighs "I know and I'm sorry, just this whole thing is crazy and I'm not gonna lie it's messing with my mind, but don't worry about that, I am right here for you, and I am not going anywhere"

Grey. She’d conducted controlled interviews online with actual blood drinkers and even dissected the corpses brought to her doctor's lab. Who believes in paranormal stuff? Doctor Grey knew that vampires, shape-shifters, and other creatures of the night existed, even though her coworkers on the quantum physics side of the equation had not been privy to the truth. So, maybe someone had found out and this was a simple joke? Maybe her dreams had no connection.

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.

*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- Staring at my unconscious self makes me feel a bit hopeless. Why can't I go back inside? What is the matter? What is the right thing to do to make it work? I sighed and decided just to leave the room. I will get back here after I hear anything from my father about my condition. I want to know his reason for agreeing just to let me die if ever I won't show obvious signs of getting better after fourteen days. I am just wondering why I am a ghost. Maybe I'm really dead. But no, I believe I can go back, that I am still alive. Perhaps a little longer is all I need to get better. But fourteen days is like... Shit. Especially if I really did not show any improvemen

“Yeah, I heard about that from Daisy. Some type of uptick inactivity. I blame it on those ghost hunters. They’re snooping around all over town and asking questions of living and dead people. The poor souls here seem rather agitated. Do you really think one of them did this? I can’t see anyone else doing this.” “I guess tonight I’ll try to repair as much of this as possible. If it happens, again I may need to find a different place to work in.” He didn’t like that idea. This, he felt, was his time with Hailey. When they could both sit down and do something, they both shared an interest. He felt a bond with the woman, and she now held a sweet spot in his heart. “All I can do is try to figure o

“About the woman powerful enough to make Victor change his plans.” Arun’s voice turned sharp. “You’re not taking her.” The Ghost smiled faintly. “We’ll see.” Then he lifted his rifle slowly. But instead of aiming at Arun— He pointed it at the tunnel behind them. Three hunters burst into the chamber. Armed. Ready to fire. The Ghost pulled the trigger once. A perfect shot. One hunter dropped instantly. The other two froze in shock. The Ghost lowered the rifle calmly. Then he looked back at Arun and Alina.

He recounts, walking over to the kitchenette to pour water for both himself and Irene. "But I've been here for a year now and I'm just fine?" Irene asks, motioning to herself. "Well, remember the string of unexplained deaths that have been happening since we started our third semester?" Kai asks as he slides a glass for Irene. She nods, remembering how no one's been charged for any of the murders that took place. "That's when the ghosts started acting up." Kai walks over to the balcony and lights up a cigarette, leaning his back on the doorframe. "My mentors suspect someone's behind it, a powerful person at that."

For a second, no one moved. The blade in my hand buzzed with power, the rift behind us roared with hungry magic, and in front of us, Damon stood with a bloodied grin—and an army of hunters ready to kill. Kael stepped in front of me again, his chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. “You’re a ghost, Damon. We buried you with the Scar.” “And yet,” Damon said, spreading his arms, “here I am—alive—while your world bleeds.”