Ghost In Train Novels & Stories

“Just want to drive without stopping—” The light went green. “You can go now, darling,” she said. He rolled forward— —and the road train hit them. It arrived like an iron verdict. Metal screamed. Tyres detonated. The truck spun—once, twice—fuel lines tore, and fire bloomed into the sky. Glassflowered. People screamed. The road train’s cab hissed and ticked, cooling in the sudden quiet. From inside, a ghost of music bled out: Linkin Park, “What I’ve Done.”

He must have been a Hunter. Surprisingly, the train had a large number of youngers about my age. Almost all holding large boxes and some looking rather glum. For most of the train ride the only complimentary sounds were the random crackling and clinking of metal and the nervous tapping of the shoes of the gruff mans who sat beside me. Who he was and why he was so disturbed I didn’t even want to know.

Tank asked, sounding both thrilled and terrified. "Exactly," I confirmed. "We match speed, hit the ghost-switch, and slip through the EM barrier. But you have to drop the phase the millisecond your tires touch the roof of the train, or you'll phase right through the floor and end up as a smear on the tracks below." "Timing is everything," Dax said. "You heard her, Wolves. Tighten up!" A low, deep vibration began to shake the ground beneath our wheels. It wasn't the sound of an engine; it was the displacement of air.

“To start, we need to go to the training centre on the second floor.” “Lead the way,” Ana was so excited that she linked her arm through mine as we walked upstairs. “Right, to be a ghost, you need to think like one. Yes, I know they are not living but what’s the difference between them and us?” “They can’t be seen or heard unless they want to be,” she said. “They can occasionally take other forms, but there is no way we would be able to do that,” her response caught me a little off guard. Most of the ones I have trained give the ‘we’re alive and their dead’ response.

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

Tom sat on the train lost in deep thoughts. His eye lids fluttered with the fluttering breeze and his pupils mirrored the speeding greenries and the bustles perfectly. Everyone was dead quiet. It was as if they had just been rescued from the most frightening dares like in the armageddon movies. A silent music can even be heard around, floating serenely through the air from the basilica some few blocks away from the railway. The voice of a female soloist seared through and sped down the spines of all and sundry sat in the train. As if on a cue, shudders ran through everyone spine simultaneously and a slights gasps of skimpy reliefs filled the coach. Tom himself heaved a heavy sigh too and rel

A coded signal, one only a handful of people would recognize. His childhood trainer was alive. And he had information. --- The Trainer from the Past Dino’s childhood had been shaped by brutality. While Alejandro had been groomed to lead Sanchez’s empire, Dino had been trained in secret—by a man known only as "The Ghost." He had no real name, no identity, just a reputation. A former military strategist turned mercenary, The Ghost had been brought in by Sanchez years ago to train Dino in combat, strategy, and survival.

The doors hissed shut, and with a shudder the world began to move again. Lena sat opposite me, her hands folded over the worn leather strap of her bag. The faint tremor in her fingers told me she was trying to look calmer than she felt. She caught me watching and offered a small, crooked smile. “You keep staring like that and I’ll start charging for tickets.” “Wouldn’t be the first time you overcharged me,” I said. Her smile widened, and for a moment we were just two people teasing each other on a train instead of fugitives carrying the last key to something the world wasn’t ready to remember. But then the rhythm of the rails brought me back to what we were really doing—chasing ghosts again.

Once he placed the last one, he touched the coffin and immediately left with it. That was the only way for him to travel, ghost could not transport with items or people, the best option was to use the blood of a Diviner and an old drawn symbol from the book to transport him and the item he wanted to travel with. The moment he opened his eyes, he was back at the mountain, where the others were, they stared at Aidan whose eyes had been tightly shut and wondered what was going on apart from the coffin they saw behind him. He was speechless seeing their curious eyes wondering how he transported the item to them. "And guess who decided to finally show up." They laughed. Kazu was preparing them to

There’s no breath when I press my finger under her nose. “Oh God.” In shock, I roll backwards onto my seat, staring at her still warm corpse gradually crumpling to one side. Behind me, the train comes to a halt and I hear the crunching of the trainmen’s feet in the gravel around the tracks as they check the train. “The siding’s come loose on car sixteen again!” a man’s voice shouts. “Get me a hammer, will you?” Ignoring them, I stare at Mary Ellen, spying Juliet’s undergarments trailing out just a bit from the pocket of her skirt. Rising, I snatch them to me.