Ghost Island Survivor Novels & Stories

After a two-hour flight, I finally arrived in Jasperton. Before my flight took off, Gemma texted me and said she arranged for someone to pick me up because she was worried I wouldn't be able to find the research lab myself. Plenty of people were waiting at the arrival hall, but after searching multiple times, I didn't see anyone holding up a sign with my name. I was just about to call Gemma and ask if the person she'd sent had arrived when I heard a youthful, feminine voice calling out behind me.

You are right a suicidal path; it was not a way to end everything but I was already buried 6 feet under so what more there was left to loose and no I was not suppose to give up but I did; I gave up; I gave up hope of living a happy and carefree normal life again; I gave up to the point of not returning to myself again. The first I attempted to kill myself was by taking a bunch of mix expired medications which took me into the depth of sleepiness; my breath being short; my body being numb; I was loosing my consciousness and I was buoyant that I was finally getting rid of all my angst; I was being taken into the darkness but only to survive; yes! I survived cause after hours of murk., my stoma

“And get this—there was a whole group of tourists, like, a year ago? They all vanished here. Poof. The island ate them. That’s the secret. If we can catch anything on live stream, we’ll blow up. Our channel is so boring. This is our ticket.” So that’s my cover. A small-time streamer, here for clickbait and ghosts. I file it away. I don’t answer. I turn to look at the ocean, at the serene, sun-dappled waves rolling beside the ferry. My blood goes cold. Just beneath the surface, shadowing the hull, is a seething, dense cloud of small, pale shapes. Dozens. Hundreds. They have wide, unblinking eyes and mouths full of needle-thin teeth, opening and closing in silent unison. They aren’t fish. They

But he trusted Jaseh, and knew that he could keep a secret. "The one I told you about a few weeks ago," he said, his eyes flickering with intensity. "The one who's been coming into our territory." Jaseh's expression softened, as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Oh, her. What did you do?" "I watched her," Ghost said, his voice growing distant as he remembered the encounter. "She was looking for something, I think. But then she saw me, and I had to run. I don't think she knows what I am, but I'm not sure how much longer we can keep this from her."

“You searching for ghosts?” Rex leaned forward, eyes burning. “I’m searching for my wife.” The laughter died. Across the ocean, far beyond satellite grids and shipping lanes, Jenna Anderson fought for breath, for survival, for dawn. Rex did not know it yet—but every instinct screamed she was still alive. That the sea had not claimed her. That something, somewhere, was keeping her breathing. Near dawn, an analyst froze at her console. “Sir,” she said slowly, voice trembling, “we picked up something. A heat signature. Too small for settlement. Too consistent for wildlife. It’s… intermittent.”

I expected some good news and not something that will worsen my situation. “I’ve got something that might be just as good as news of her death,” Ghost said confidently, reigniting a spark of hope in my heart. “Get on with it immediately. Don’t freaking play games with me. I am not ready to entertain your tantrums,” I spoke in a placating tone. “I’ve got photos of the man that saved her. It’s the same one she went shopping with. I saw them in compromising positions, and I feel you’re going to like it,” Ghost revealed.

Then after that, the ruined place instantly became desolate, with ghosts cowering in fear around the dark corners vanishing into nothingness through some sort of grey power. Just like that, Agatha Silver, a second-batched member immoral host who was already at level 6... was kidnapped. And unlike her sister's case, there were not even ghosts left as witnesses of this perplexing and mind-boggling event.

"I know about the Black Site. And I know you were the one who told Lorenzo to trigger the Blood Clause. You didn't save me from the fire, Dante. You were the match." I paused, leaning my head against the cold cell wall. "You told me ghosts aren't real. Well, you were right. Because the girl who trusted you is dead. You killed her in that quarry. Now, all that’s left is The Ghost. And a ghost doesn't stay in a cage." I slammed the laptop shut, killing the signal. Less than thirty seconds later, I heard the heavy thud of boots in the hallway. The electronic lock hissed, and the door swung open so hard it hit the wall.

“Breathe with me. One… two… three.” Leah breathed. The world tilted, then steadied a little. “Now,” Ghost said. “Tell me exactly where you heard it.” “It was under the east beam,” Leah said. “Near the big server. He was holding it. He said he could fix it. He shouted for me to leave.” Ghost closed his eyes for a second. He opened them. “We go slow. We go as a team.” They started crawling. The air tasted like metal. Sparks fell like slow rain.

Draven quickly started rubbing my back while Colt placed his hand on my thigh. Draegan held my hand, brushing his thumb slowly across my knuckles. Elijah brought the oxygen mask to my face, compensating for the lack of air flowing through my lungs. Mateo walked briskly to the kitchen, filling a glass of water. The wolves reacted almost immediately. Anubis raised his head, his ears perking up. His blood-red eyes watched me intently. A low rumble vibrated deep within his chest.