Ghost Of Reach Novels & Stories

When the ambulance failed to arrive, I begged the passersby to call Ian. Ian refused to pick up my calls, but he picked up the call of the kind passerby right away. "Is this Mr. Langham? Your wife got into an accident downstairs…" "Is this another one of your tactics to reach me when I refuse to pick up your calls?" Ian did not believe the words of the passerby, and I could even hear Jewel's condescending laughter in the background.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

I could barely breathe, could barely see. When the smoke cleared… Luca was gone. Wolf was unconscious, burnt, and barely breathing. And Saint, Elena, Bishop, and Derek… were nowhere to be seen. I staggered to my knees, chest heaving, heart shattering. The last thing I saw before darkness took me… a faint red glow in the distance. A spark plug. And a shadow moving toward it… deliberate, unstoppable. Perfect! Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment.

Far to the right, the ash land rolled downward into something that looked like a dried riverbed lined with bones. Victor led us along the rock shelf, keeping close to the wall. “This is the edge of Greyreach,” Victor explained without slowing. “Do not stray from the stone. The wraith-touched can still hunt near the rim, but they do not like the old mineral lines.” “Greyreach?” Nyra asked. Victor glanced back. “The stretch you nearly died in,” Victor answered. “It was not always theirs. Not fully. It was a dead passage once. Dangerous, yes, but not wraith-held. That changed.” Spiro’s posture sharpened. “Recently?” Spiro demanded. Victor shot him a look. “Too recently.”

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

Ghost offered a slight nod, her face unreadable, as Damon turned and began to walk away. Betty lingered behind for a moment, her eyes following his retreating figure. As Damon disappeared around the corner, Ghost remained for a moment, lost in thought. The memory of past battles and hard-won victories played in her mind like distant echoes. Even now, as he prepared to risk everything to revive Anna, Damon’s iron will and predatory grace reminded her why she had chosen this life. Ghost pulled out her phone just as the helicopter roared overhead. With a determined glance at the sky, she quickly dialed a number. The call connected, and a gruff male voice answered, "Ghost."

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

“We don’t have the number for that. I can’t risk the lives we do have on a maybe.” “Don’t worry too much. We’ll keep in touch, Gray. You know you’ll always have us as allies, no matter where you are,” Delia tells him, her voice softer now. I start walking again, making sure to walk in the direction of their voices. Their scents. Earth and sweet and spice and sage. As I get closer I hear a snap from underneath my foot, and look up to see Gray’s usual blue eyes flashing yellow. He blinks and shoots me a fake grin.

Yeah, go ahead, let's open it! Ben leaned forward with a quick yell. Sam turned with a puzzled expression. Ben was about to open the container, but he wasn't sure why. After a couple of seconds, his eyes widened as he stared down at the crystal glass container. There was a single yellowish light inside of it. It was an almost steady orange glow. As Sam looked at the container more closely, he gasped, gazing at it. "Open it Cilia, get that glowball inside and wrap it tight with the cotton cloth in your hands! It'll take you to where I was killed, and how to make use of it. Hurry! Hurry, before they get here!"