Ghost's Son Novels & Stories

I fumbled and stepped out of his warm embrace. “Good to see you Alpha Zack, Zane “ “Nice seeing you too Alpha Ethan. “ Zane shook my dad’s hand. “ Luna Elena informed us you wouldn’t make it” “Yes . It was a last minute decision. I couldn’t be absent on the most important day in my daughter’s life “ I smiled at my dad and moved back into my mate’s chest. We were consumed with our chitchat when we heard a terrifying scream. “Ghost!” “Ghost!” Another person yelled...

I had survived losing my baby. I wasn't weak. My father yanked his wrist free. "You're overstepping, Ghost. This is a family matter." Ghost simply looked at him before turning away and sitting back in his seat. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling as if he truly didn't care about the argument. My father finally lowered the gun, but his eyes remained fixed on me. I could still feel the phantom pressure of the barrel against my forehead. Then the question slipped from my lips like a whisper before I could stop it. "Who is he?"

Anyway, they got rid of the bad guys and found out it was Ghost and his gang. However, Ghost somehow vanished off before any of the cops could grab a hold of him, but his raffs were caught along with his son, Ricky who called himself the Hollow. Strauss decided to have a one on one conversation with the Ghosts son and could notice fear in the eyes of the young man, who was quite nervous. Unlike the Ghost, the face she saw seated on the chair was a young boy who was full of fear and nervousness, eagerly wanting to see his daddy.

“Please…my son…if you loved me, don’t stay with her. Come home.” The chamber rumbled as another voice boomed like thunder. “He was never yours.” From the opposite side, another figure stepped through the darkness. A tall man emerged, his shoulders broad and eyes blazing with intensity. His commanding voice cut through the air like steel. Camela flinched back. “Who is…” she whispered. The ghost's smile widened at this revelation. “His father.” The man focused solely on Vincent, ignoring the woman sobbing by the coffin, his tone was harsh and unwavering:

He liked this cute baby, he hugged the baby and whispered with that weird sound: “I can feel the special of this baby!” The mysterious sound: “Maybe this is the daughter of a Unicorn and phoenix, the baby’s blood was very different! By the way, aren’t you looking for this baby? “That’s right! And we found it. Let’s come back!” Oliwen waved his hand, and a big cloud appeared. “Wait, wait, why are you bringing the baby along? What about her parents?” “This is my work and the baby will have to find the truth about her parents when she grows up. Keep your nose out of it!”

"He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?" "That's exactly how I feel. You didn't even bother updating us, and you were late to your own party! You're going to have to pay for that by doing shots." "You got that right! No one's leaving here sober tonight. Let's all have a blast!" Cecily had never met my childhood friends before. Worried that they might not like her, she felt rather nervous. Sensing her uneasiness, I quietly took her hand. Once our eyes met, she felt a lot more reassured.

My father's temper flared even more. "Are they trying to pull something like getting pregnant before marriage and fighting Dylan for the family's assets? I'm going back to the hospital to beat him senseless!" Right then, my mother's phone rang. She answered impatiently. "Yes?" A voice came through from the other end. "Hello, is this Mr. Curtis Skinner's mother? I'm calling from the hospital morgue. Mr. Skinner's body has been here for two weeks. When will you be coming to take care of the arrangements?"

he pointed to Isis. Isis didn't meet any of our gazes, and she didn't ask the ghost not one question, but I could see the pain in her eyes. She missed her mother, and I don't blame her. It was times like these I missed mine too. The ghost gestured for us to follow it upstairs. "My name is or was Carson." The ghost chuckled and Gidian growled in my head. I swallowed hard. Everyone else made an audible gasp. I hope I don't regret this.

I’ve always loved Silverhide and Ryan’s simple, cozy home here, but tonight, the very second I open the door, it feels like the air has been removed from every room despite the Solstice decorations and the scent of cranberry and evergreen. Dad turns at the same moment Uncle Ryan kicks off the wall in a fighting stance. I tuck Posey behind me on instinct as tension I can taste suffocates the room, and we’re only in the doorway as it stands. But Ryan relaxes, running his fingers through his hair and cursing into the palm of his hand. Dad glances at him before moving in my direction and taking me by the shoulder to lead me back outside, and then he spots Posey. “Oh,” Evander, my father and the

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.