Ghost Hunters Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ghost stood nearby, his arms folded over his chest and his face a mask of pure menace that had me turning the other way. “A shooting and an explosion. The werewolf media is already speculating it was a group of human hunters," Ghost’s pitch eyes flicked between the three brothers. “Likely the same ones responsible for taking out your father,” he jutted his chin at me, “And this ones mother.” I glared at him, “Has anyone ever told you how tactful you are?” “No,” he deadpanned. “I’m shocked.” Damon rolled his eyes, which looked downright laughable considering he barely spoke or made any sort of outward expression of emotion.

But nevermind, I want to eat some too so I took it. "Banana," Vanessa whispered, looking at her food. She then unconsciously laughed at herself. I don't know why she is even my sister. How did she learn those things in the first place? I shook my head and just focused on the bonfire. "I think there is a ghost here," Hunter suddenly said. I quickly glanced at him and saw that he was hugging his knees while holding his food. I can clearly see his face, it's getting pinkish because of the cold as he has a white skin. Did he see that person there earlier? I need to know if he saw his face.

We could see through her . She's a ghost ? I almost trip and tumble down the stairs but Jace steadies my waist with his hands causing sparks to fly . I grab the railing for support and walk down . The whole time , Michael is gawking at what he sees . I'm afraid he'll fall too . " What in the fuck - " Michael stares . " This is a dream right ? " I rub my eyes and blink a few times but she's still there . " You're a vampire . We are werewolves . Is the existence of ghosts really that shocking ? " Jace comments , walking over to the little girl .

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

She replied softly. "Good, close your eyes." She followed my instructions as I placed my fingers on her temple, delving into her mind to access her memories of the massacre. As I relived the horror from her, I felt her fear and pain, transforming into tangible shadows that clung to me like parasites, feeding off my emotions. I forcibly shook them off and eliminated the summoned ghosts and shadows before conducting another thorough sweep of the memories, ensuring that no shadow remained in her mind, finally, I pulled out.

Samantha's POV: Samantha Skylar Wright: I lay on the ground listening to a familiar voice. If what I think is true, a ghost of my best friend, Genelia, is haunting me during my stay in Hell. "Goodbye, Samantha." The visitor says and disappears. I am about to call out her name, when I notice the sound of a door handle shaking. I realize my current state. I stretch out my limbs as quick as I can. I'm getting out of here today.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.

His eyes were dark, filled with lust. He takes his coat off and pulls on his tie, making me bite my bottom lip as I become eager to have him inside me. But, just as we were halfway through his unbuttoned shirt, the worst happened. I felt a chill down my spine as we heard a mind link go through the pack. At the same time, Spencer came running, telling him that something terrible was happening, and making Hunter stand abruptly. I jumped, off the dresser and turned with my breath still short, making me feel a bit panicked.

“No, that’s not dirty enough. It’s also not that funny. Um, well, I’d like to come on your cock after.” “Christ.” I feel like someone just shot me in the ass. As in, get your ass going before your cock gets too happy in the pants, and we end up like last night—hugely disappointed. At least, I imagine she was. “Is that too dirty? Not dirty enough? No, that’s not funny. That’s what it isn’t. It’s not funny if it’s true. I…I don’t know. You haunt me. If we were ghosts, I’m sure our ghosts would want to find each other and have sexy ghost sex. It would be even more exciting because then we could do all these weird ghost positions in the air and do it while hovering through walls.” She grins. “Ah