Ghost Hunters Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was about to go back to the fireplace to stoke the fire when my aunt Lily’s ghost appeared in front of me. “Let me do it,” her voice said in my head as she waved her hands to create a breeze against the ebbing flames. Remembering the acute hearing that the werewolves had, I telepathically replied to her. “I don’t know if I should awaken my friends.”

' He smiled to the two who looked at him with a confused expression, and said, "Since both of you would have easier lives later, extend some help to me. When we get to the city, help me look for people haunted by ghosts, or riddled with debts, alright?" Hana, the cute school girl only thought for a moment before she nodded. "Okay. My best friend, oh, I mean, ex best friend is a horror fanatic and has shared with me several haunted locations and tips in finding haunted houses." ... A day passed. After they settled their accommodations, the young Anitos went out and split up to see their families and friends, of course from afar. Then they toured the city, bit excited since it had been a year

Tru nodded at me without another word and left the room. I finally found a plumber not scared of the town legend or the very real ghosts, and all I could think to ask is, why the hell is he not scared of the ghosts? I’m not sure what made me look up, but when I did, it was to see the ghost still floating mutely. What the hell does she want? To terrify me? Make me lose my mind? Guess what? Her very existence and that of others like her were already close to tipping me over the edge. I was so done with all of their shenanigans and the mind games.

Tamara said. I guess his parent's death made him so reserved. I thought he was an arrogant jerk. Amelia thought. "I guess we've known each other. " Carlos said as he stood up. "Would you like to be part of us?" He asked Amelia. "Part of you?" Amelia asked. Carlos nodded. "We are the Ghosthunters," Xen said for the first time since Amelia woke up. "We hunt down ghosts that are a threat to humanity," Xen explained. "Would you like to join us?" He asked.

His hands were shaking as they moved to cup my face, his thumbs digging into my cheeks with a frantic, sadistic desperation. "You're trying to kill us," he hissed, his breath hot against my lips. The "Blood Protocol" was flickering in his eyes like a dying candle, fighting against the raw, jagged terror of a man who was losing his only anchor. "You’re trying to burn it all down because you’re afraid of the ghost in my head. But the ghost is the only thing that knows how to keep you breathing!" "The ghost is the one who built the factory, Dante!" I clawed at his wrists, my heart a frantic bird against my ribs. "The ghost is the one who made Twelve versions of me! I won't be a variable in a de

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

I said, thinking of that show on cable where a team of investigators checks out ghost stories in the small town known as one of the most haunted places in America. “Yeah, I guess Vampires like hauntings, too. Anyway, if you can do some digging around in her head, that would be great.” “Sure,” I shrugged. “Should be easy enough with a name and a location, so long as there’s no shield around her. If there is, I guess we know she’s no good.” “Good point.” He clapped his hands down on his knees and looked around again, like maybe he was supposed to do something else. But there didn’t appear to be any reason for him to stay, so he headed for the door, and I followed behind, being a polite hostess

She wasn't looking for love but he made sure to snatch the bit of her truce leaving her with no choice but to go with Agatha. Silvia still felt goosebumps recalling the vision she had in that guest room at Catherine's wedding when Hunter cornered her. It was Hunter, he was coated in blood from head to toe, reeking of terrifying death while prowling towards her with an ax in his hand. Murder danced in his demonic eyes and she knew it was her end as he lunged at her. They say being a seer was a blessing but only if they knew.

I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w