Ghost Readers Novels & Stories

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

" He replied. I leaned my seat back and looked down at my phone to see that I had a text. What, how? No one texts me. I opened it. 'Hope you're having fun, made it to Maine yet?' - Xavier. I rolled my eyes. Of course it was Xavier. I hit reply. 'I'm 8 hours out, the fun has yet to begin.' I replied. 'Keep me informed, I'm always down for a good contract checkmate story.' He replied. 'We will see.' I replied back with a wink emoji. He didn't reply after that, and that was just fine because I had an eventful day, and wanted to relax for a bit. I soon dozed off and got lost in my dreams. I found myself on another contract kill. This kill had no name, he was also a ghost, in essence.

Possibly a meter away from the hood of Hunter's car. It looks like a whole person dressed in all-black. Head to toe. Only he's wearing a hat dipped lower to hide his face. I'm not sure how long I'd been staring at it but suddenly, it tipped its head back and stared directly at me. I gasped. Gone is the tingling all over my body, the throbbing and ache persistent within my core. All gone. What in goddess' name is... that? "Nightcrawler," Hunter growls. A deadly glint in his eyes as he glared at this... man I just locked eyes with.

The words sent a chill down Ayesha’s spine. She had spent years fighting Kier Malik, convinced that bringing him down would finally end the nightmare. But the nightmare wasn’t over. Adrian ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching. “Do we have a name?” Priya hesitated. "Not yet. But we have a codename—‘Ghost.’" Ayesha frowned. “Ghost?” "Whoever they are, they’ve erased their existence from every known database. No digital footprint. No financial records. Nothing."

“Wow, don't get me wrong but Quinn handled all her medical files.” “Quinn?* I raised a brow. “How are you so sure?” “The hacking signature. It belongs to Ghost . Quinn recruited he last year and the guy has literally vanished from the face of he Earth since then. Anything that ghost touches, is locked forever.” “Cazzo.” (Fuck) He smiled. I exasperated, leaning on the couch. I have only last option. “There a woman. Her name is Sofia, she…” I told him everything about about Sofia.

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

"Quanu." "Really?" she said, her eyes lighting up with hope. I nodded. "I think I've found someone who might help me." Not reporting me counting as helping, right? "I had to tell him more than I wanted, but it wasn't anything that could put us or the Scorchers at risk." "Him?" "Grey. He’s been assigned to me." "Where is he now?" "Buying clothes so I can go out." "Does he know about us?" she asked, pointing between us.

She insisted it will be a way of saying thank you to her, she begged her not to decline the offer. The two couldn’t hold any more their bliss, they rushed and hugged them both, it was a surprise to them. since it’s a house which no one has time to hug the other. The excitement in their faces was beyond elucidations. Amanda walked towards them, folded her hands as tears ran down her cheeks, leaving a clear white line on her dried skin. She went on her knees and expressed her sincere gratitude; with the noble act they did her dream of becoming a journalist was going to be reached.

He had deleted the Auditors from the story, but he couldn't delete them from the History of the Medium. You placed the chip against the back of your device. The screen didn't glow green. It didn't glow sea-foam. It turned the color of a Redacted Document. A single line of text appeared, written in the cold, professional font of Vivienne LeClair: "Did you really think the 'Billionaire' could just walk away, Reader? A story this long creates a Gravity Well. You didn't just watch them; you Nourished them. And now that they’re gone, the 'Narrative Hole' they left in your mind is an Unsecured Loan."