Ghost Island Survivor Novels & Stories

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

"I’m with the Resistance. Your mother sent a signal before the submarine blew." "Who are you?" Bryan asked, stepping in front of me. "Names don't matter anymore," the man said. "But you can call me Ghost. I was your father’s head of security before I realized he was a monster. Now, I’m the only one who knows how to get into the White House without being turned into a puppet." We climbed into the boat. Ghost hit a switch, and the boat dived beneath the surface. It was a mini-sub. We sat in the cramped, red-lit cabin, listening to the hum of the engine.

Gabriel called me and said, "Alice, they found a sleeping thousand-year-old zombie in Mt. Ghost Maiden, the same place you visited before. Do you want to take a look?" I was still livestreaming when Gabriel's voice echoed from the receiver. Chaos immediately erupted in the live stream. I hastily ended the live stream and rushed to Mt. Ghost Maiden. There were countless other shamans around. Many senior shamans set up traps around the mountains, hoping to catch the zombie. I snuck into the mountains from the other side and ran into Gabriel. I narrowed my eyes and asked, "Are you going to tell on me again?" Gabriel nonchalantly leaned against a tree while chewing on a long blade of grass. "I d

They said no one lived up here anymore. Not since the murders. Not since the fire. The cabin had been abandoned, forgotten, reclaimed by the woods. The trail leading to it was overgrown. The air grew colder the deeper she hiked, like the trees themselves were warning her back. But she’d seen something. A figure in her camera lens. A shape in the window. Something watching. Ghost hunting had started as a TikTok gimmick. But this? This was real. This was different.

"Silas is on that ship. And the Sovereign's Ghost is not a cruise liner. It is a completely weaponized stealth fortress." Zara reached into her crimson pantsuit and pulled out her encrypted, gold plated smartphone. She rapidly typed in an absolute, overriding analog sequence. "Darius used a federal ping to locate the ship's physical coordinates," Zara executed perfectly. "But he completely forgot that my mother designed the hull. I am initiating the Ghost Protocol." She tapped the screen.

Silas reached out and touched Leo’s cheek. "Good shot," Silas whispered. "We need to go," Leo said, looking around. "He knows we are here. If he can control the room, he can control the whole villa." "No," the Ghost’s voice came over the speakers in the ceiling. "He can't. I’ve isolated his access. But he knows you survived. He’s launching a distraction." "What kind of distraction?" Adrian asked. "Look at the ocean," the Ghost said. They ran to the window. Down below, the stormy sea was churning. But cutting through the waves was a sleek, black speedboat. It wasn't coming toward the villa. It was leaving.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

“ What?! Your mom? How did she have the mind to do that to a daughter she carried for a whole nine month, nurse her from a little baby to a girl and from a girl to a woman, are you sure she is your mom? Rosie asks. “ Something that still bothers my mind even being a ghost I am still yet to find out if she is really my mom and you know I was really surprise to find out that my sister was alive and never come back home to us” Evelyn says. “My reason for making use of my sisters body was to avenge my death only for me to unravel something and I realize the more I stay calm using my sisters body the more I will get to know why my mother killed me” she says.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.