Ghost Number 13 Novels & Stories

After two years of working at Sensationalism, she still had not found the answer to her eyes. The prayer was still repeated. The host said that they have to pray three times for the game to work. This made Roxanne quieter. She knew she was the one who felt the coldest here. Ghosts appeared more in paintings, windows and walls. There was an oddity that intrigued Roxanne. The spirits here die for only three main reasons: hanging, drowning, and burning to death. Roxanne looked around the room for an oddity but to no avail. She also discovered that the spirits were getting closer and closer to her. “Hey, come back here. Standing next to this lady is very comfortable,” the maid spirit waved at th

“This place is quite beautiful for me and I’m curious about some flowers and those sparkling things…but I don’t care about this much! All I want is to get out of here and find Oliwen.” The deity laughed loudly: “You’re are so special! I chose the right person.” He continued: “A long time ago when the galaxy was founded, there were 13 deities who came from many planets to protect our Galaxy. They have resisted the force that wants to control the greatest power in the galaxy. But then their forces gradually weakened, forcing them to come back to the room in Infinite Space. To save this galaxy, we founded The Galaxy Trade Union. At a certain time, the leaders of the Galaxy Trade Union will come

The call connected, and a gruff male voice answered, "Ghost." Her tone was low and urgent. "I need you to prepare your best men." "How many?" the voice asked. "About 80," she replied, checking her wristwatch. "Location: Mexico." "Who's the target?" came the next question. Without hesitation, Ghost blurted out, "My brother, Damon. Their assignment is simple—dispose of the dead body Damon has with him." There was a pause on the other end before the man’s voice rose in disbelief. "What—why?"

One by one, the results populated the screen. Three profiles. Only three. Ghost blinked. “That’s… weird. I expected more.” Finn frowned. “Me too.” Cedric leaned in. “Who do we have?” Ghost pointed to the first profile. “Hector Marquez Jr. Age thirteen.” Cormac snorted. “Not him.” Ghost clicked the second. “Hector Marquez III. Age three.” Cedric rolled his eyes. “Definitely not him.” Ghost opened the third file.

Almost immediately, something in her expression changed, as if she sensed there was still more. “But what else, Alex?” Her voice, soft yet urgent, reflected her cautious nature and her need to know everything—to understand. She couldn’t relax without the whole truth, no matter how terrifying it might be. Alex fell silent for a moment, staring at the ground as if the words were hard to say. Finally, he sighed and lifted his gaze, his seriousness making it clear that what he was about to say wasn’t something he had wanted to share. “Last night, I had an unexpected visitor,” he murmured, keeping his eyes fixed on Scarlett. “Zafira. The gorgon who tried to drown you.”

I breathed heavily. Alexander wiped blood from his cheek. “You’re hurt.” “So are you.” He smiled. “I’m harder to kill.” “I’ve noticed.” Then I heard it. A low growl. Not from Alexander. Inside me. Luna. I closed my eyes. Where are you? A sensation answered. Cold, metal, and darkness. Then an image appeared in my mind. A hallway. A red door. Numbers. 7-1-3. I opened my eyes. “Seven thirteen.” Alexander frowned. “What?” “Room 713.” “There is no Room 713.” “I know.”

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

On the chest of the third soldier, burned deep into the armor, was a number. XIII. Thirteen. Her stomach dropped. “Grey…” He saw it too. “That’s not just a symbol,” he said. “No,” Mira whispered. “It’s designation. Thirteen… like me.” Grey met her eyes. “They’re not just hunting you,” he said. “They made you.” End of Chapter Seven …………………. The mark "XIII" links Mira to the Ghost Howlers in ways she never imagined. Could her bloodline be more than a myth, could it be manufactured? And what will the war seer reveal about her creation?

I spent the next few days learning the purpose of and how to use the equipment that Nora had purchased in preparation for our taking on the paranormal. I found it both interesting and frustrating. There were gadgets for almost everything one might imagine, such as electromagnetic detectors and thermometers. Apparently, ghosts use electricity to help them manifest and, when they do, the temperature in the room will change even if you can’t see them. Being a skeptic at heart, I found the equipment both interesting and amusing.