Ghost Hunters Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“But they’re not here for you.” I felt the blood drain from my face, my heart pounding in my chest. Hunters. The word hung in the air between us, heavy and suffocating. I had heard stories about hunters—humans who sought out and killed supernatural creatures, werewolves, vampires, anything that didn’t belong in their world. And I knew who they were here for. I shook my head, backing away from Lucas even further. “And you… you’re one of them?” Lucas didn’t answer, but the guilt in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Soon they are all drunk. Ghost was the first to teeter to her feet. She caught herself on the back of her chair before she fell. “I'm going to my room" she said, staggering away. But instead of going to her room, she went straight to Hacker’s. Ghost stumbled through the door, her eyes fixed on Hacker who was playing a game as usual. She eyed him with a mixture of accusation and desire. "You're always avoiding me, Hacker," she slurred, her voice thick and husky.

I schooled myself. However, tomorrow is going to be a long day, but it's already a done decision. But then my thoughts dissipated the moment I heard proceeding footsteps, emanating from behind me. The long hallway was quite dark and my heart began to thump rapidly against my chest. I could not stop thinking about the male wolf, Alpha Damon murdered in cold blood earlier today. Still, was there such a thing as ghosts?

In a fit of anger, she had forgotten that she was still changing. She shut the door with a bang and yelled, “Screw you! I’ll never let you touch me!” Kiran wordlessly touched a finger to his nose as he thought to himself, ‘Was the person I kissed and touched not Snow Xander? If not, could it have been…’ “Ghost!” Kiran shouted suddenly, sending a chill down Snow’s spine, and she opened the door with a pale face. “What ghost?” “An ugly female ghost!” Kiran backed away, grinning broadly.

I almost spilled the juice I was drinking because he suddenly grabbed my arm. When we passed by, we simply looked at what was inside. I was surprised to see Toshi and Kylo with other men talking Hunter and I finished a bucket of beer before we left for the morgue. I will prove to him that there is a ghost in our area and that ghost could be me. If I'm the ghost, then Hunter's grandfather really did pass the curse on to me - the curse of being a ghost. I sped up the operation of my tricycle even though I shouldn't be in a hurry. I can still hear Mom Carol's scream in my head when she chased us. Where are we going? Hunter and I couldn't even turn to him.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“/Shelley’s the Cup Bearer, right? What about the Necromancer, and the Tiger? What about Tala? And didn’t you say Reese was an enemy now?/” Jade was there, she saw the ghosts. It’s Sarah’s secret, but it’s a secret Jade already knows. “/Sarah is the Necromancer, the one who brought the ghosts. She’s not making zombies or anything like that. The ghosts just…. like her, I guess. I don’t know who the Tiger is. Tala hasn't made up her mind yet if she wants to join, but she’s sworn to secrecy. Reese, uh. Turns out yes, they were brought up a Hunter because that’s what their family is, and Hunters hunt vampires and werewolves, but Reese doesn’t agree with their folks.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

"The initial autopsy claimed that they had committed suicide by gripping their throats. We'll need some more time to look into the details." "They killed themselves?" asked Hunter. "Yeah. Well, that's what the forensics doctor said anyway." Hunter was left speechless. "That's why the townsfolk were saying that your father's ghost killed them." "It can't be my dad! He's a good man, and he'll still be one even as a ghost." "We know it's not your father who did it. We just wanted to ask if you saw or heard anything unusual." Hunter pondered for a while. "I think there was a stranger visiting the town. I heard plenty of dogs barking from the entrance of the town to my house before it stopped. It

I let her banter, hoping she would feel relieved after letting it all out of her chest. “The woman I wanted last night was a wife of a hunter. The husband saw me. He was skilled and other hunters came as well. He was quick to alarm the others. I was just barely able to escape. Hunters, like them, use high technology gadgets to locate ghosts and other supernatural like us, especially if we are anointed by the blood of the victim or they got a sample of ours.” She turned around to face me. Her nervousness was all over her face.