Ghost Island Survivor Novels & Stories

UNKNOWN’S POV: The door mounted the wall like the gate of hell, pulling Ghost to the room like a black-hole. Except, it was a tomb with a man tethered between life and death. Medical titans and science fanatics prepared for his awakening. They said his chances were minimal, defying the bounds of biology, and almost impossible. But Ghost’s optimism was solid, like a bull’s eye Ghost’d hit with eyes closed, because if Ghost could survive. Then, he wouldn’t be any different.

He explained cheerfully but I know it must have been a difficult period for him. I can even imagine what they are going through and how it makes them feel, one minute, they are alive and can feel, touch, eat and do anything they want and the next minute, dead, a ghost and invisible. It is absolutely crazy, and I don’t know how I will handle it if I were in their shoes, I will probably lose my mind or commit suicide... How is it even possible for a ghost to commit suicide? “I am sorry about what you guys are passing through but don’t worry, I am figuring out a way to help Echo, I will do my best to help you too.”

Although we lived in a villa that was located in the remote suburbs, we weren't exempted from the outages. Many survivors died of starvation and thirst despite not being infected by the zombie virus. In my previous life, I had seen far too many people who died from zombie attacks just because they needed to venture out in search of water. That was why I needed to ensure that I had stocked up enough water. Soon, my car was filled with more than a dozen water cooler bottles and boxes of mineral water. Packs of toilet rolls were stuffed in the cracks as well. It didn't take long for me to drive home with my latest haul.

Jaxon's POV It's been a week. An entire week since the killer left the envelope on Amelia's front porch. He has sent her gifts almost every night. No matter how many men I post up at her house, he still finds a way to get the package to her. He has sent her everything from clothes to jewelry. There don't seem to be any footage of this guy, either. He's a ghost in the wind. Not that it matters much. Amelia's painting of him is better than any photo all day. I'm spinning my wheels, while I sit at my desk looking over all the evidence I have.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

I gave up, wondering how I could find the answers I needed. Trisha. Her name popped up in my mind like a neon sign. I checked the time. Yeah, she should be already awake from her usual Saturday night parties. I was about to call her when I wondered how much I should tell her. As little as possible, I decided, and dialed her. Trisha’s always been a little weird on the spooky side, and lucky me, I only needed to tell her I was curious about communication with ghosts for her to recommend several YouTube channels about ghost hunting.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

I knew I was not walking into a rescue. The bond pulls tight, then twists, like a warning that comes too late. “You came alone,” a woman says. Her voice slides into my head without permission. “Good.” I don’t answer at once. I steady my breathing. I keep my thoughts sharp. “Show yourself,” I say. “I’m done with ghosts.” A soft laugh follows. Calm. Certain. Ancient. “I am not a ghost,” she replies. “I am what survived.”