Ghost Mate Novels & Stories

It’s Mother’s will. “Ghost, Milo and Lenora need to have a pup. When they do, it will be a girl.” I feel my voice trail off. “Lenora’s journey will end when the baby is born and my spirit will transfer to the pup.” “My mate is going to die?” He takes a step back and paces. “You’re lying. Why are you saying such disgusting things?” “I’m not lying. I wish it wasn’t true, but that is her fate.” Ghost looks at me, trying to decide what to do. I stay still and watch him. He’s a tracker. He needs time to absorb the details and read my body language.

Amanda snapped, her simmering anger reigniting at the stranger's audacious familiarity with her full name. "I am Ghost."

the young woman asked. "Ghosts, Love." "Are you telling me that ghosts exist?" whispered Bianca. "I'm a fucking werewolf, Love. Why shouldn't those motherfuckers exist?" snarled Black. _ Those motherfuckers need to die... shit, they're already dead! How do you kill a fucking ghost?" whined Maska, putting his paws over his eyes.

Impatiently, one of them spoke up, "When are we going to make our move? I'm eager to get rid of Ghost." Noah was intrigued and asked, "Who is Ghost?" With a serious expression, Marcus responded, "He's a man, and I must say, he's responsible for creating a dangerous replica of you. It seems he's from your bloodline, which is quite shameful." Noah nodded, looking more confused than ever. Annoyed, Marcus clarified, "I mean your father."

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Is the server bugging? [User_V0id]:FoxDragon? The Ghost of the 2019 blackout? You’ve been dead for seven years.* I stared at the screen, my breath hitching. I was a legend here. During the year I couldn't remember, I hadn't been a nursing student or a "stray." I had been a top-tier phantom, a digital architect of chaos. Then, a private window snapped open, covering the main chat. The text was gold. [7th_Perfection]:*You’re late.*

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .

The park keepers watched over them, keeping them safe and secure. The BloodMoon was a location for the mythology about vampires, making it the best place to get a glimpse at one. The DarkMoon was for the legend about werewolves, making it the absolute best place for ones to come face to face with the monsters. There was a teenage boy of mixed heritage named Malison. His mixed heritage made him unique in the myth and legends of the Mythic world. His bloodline was mixed with humans, werewolves and vampires, with his mother a vampire, and his father a Werewolf. He was never a pure human, but always a Werewolf, and as with mixed heritage, he was powerful enough.

] he turned the slate around, but Dorin had already read the words that were written on it. "A geist?" he asked, "Did my aunt put you through it?" Seb fell silent, the slate turned upside down. "Stupid." Dorin starts laughing. "If you really are under a geist, then you wouldn't be able to mention it right now, most especially to me!" Sebastian's eyes widen. He looked at the slate and showed it to Dorin. [The fuck... Is that true? That is true, isn't it? Then what the hell did I do that for? And... why wasn't I affected?]