Ghost's Son Novels & Stories

“Yes, I know you’re angry, but after so many years apart, I’ve always missed him! “Today, I finally gathered the courage to come. Rest assured, I won’t erase what you have done.” I spread my hands helplessly. “Lillian, I’ve told you. Setting all that aside, he truly isn’t your son!” “How could that be! You only have this one child. If he’s not my son, then whose could he be?!” “He’s my son. He’s my own flesh and blood. He’s born to me, Shea Wilde!”

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

Would walk into the monastery and into the ritual without understanding what was happening. But somewhere around year five, Ghost had stopped being an operative and started being a father. It happened gradually. A laugh that made his chest ache. A small hand holding his. The boy asking him if he was ever scared, and Ghost finding himself telling the truth. The realization that he would die to protect this child. By year seven, when the Council finally activated him, Ghost was no longer their tool. He was a man who loved a son that wasn't his, and he knew what the Council wanted to do with that son.

Evangeline’s father was strapped to a reinforced chair, a metal table stretched out before him. It was impossible to know if this was his real form without any alterations without us using silver on him. Our magic had yet to evolve to withstand our one weakness. With cold, calm efficiency Ghost began doling out questions. Everything from his past with Anastasia’s mother to his connection to the missing wolves and the small anti-human establishments popping up across the country. “What do you know about wolves with the ability to manipulate memory?” He would give out fragments of information meant to entice. “We know Anastasia’s mother had one fuck with her head. Not very nice of them.”

He gripped the wooden block tight and turned his face back toward the window. "A ghost," Julian whispered. "He's the son of a ghost "....

“And I’m going to keep to my side of the bargain. That’s why I called you.” “Don’t tell me you want my blood again,” Ghost grunted. “I’m not bringing any more werewolves back to life. My brother is enough trouble already.” “This one is coming to help us,” Calisté said trying to convince him. “Remember Tae Kong? The Beta who fought alongside your half brother, Dan at the battle front. This is his son, Jimin.” “Honestly Calisté, I don’t expect this from you,” Ghost grunted. “You’ve been around for the past hundred years just like me. Do you remember every single detail. Do you remember who and who is who’s son and daughter?”

Helen cautioned her. "No it's fine, it's fine, let her ask, she is still a kid. You see Sarah, my son came looking for me here, ghosts attacked him and left him for dead. I heard him screaming for help and I tried to rescue him but by the time I got to where he was, he was covered in the pool of his own blood. With pains I watching him take his last breath and gave up the ghost so I took his body and buried it there." "That's sad, the ghosts attacked us too. It's so painful because you will never get to see your son again."

I state as I let go of Ghost, pushing him into the table he had set up with his drugs. The drugs go everywhere as I Ghost gasps for breath. Fucking asshole. I’d kill him right now, but that's not part of the mission. Part of me hopes he fucks up again so I can kill him. I know if he fucks up again and tries anything like he did tonight, I will get to keep my promise of hand delivering his soul to Death on a silver platter. Ari comes to my side and links her arm with mine. Shadows swarm around us and teleport us right to the cabin. Ari looks at me. “What did Ghost mean by you really being the son of Death?” She asks quietly as she tries to step away from me.

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

Amanda heard noises but ignored them, she was very sensitive, she kept her mother busy, by giggling and tapping her hard on the plain jokes she threw Mercy was heartbroken with how harsh her mom was towards her, she left sobbing, went to her and cried her heart out. Melina was curious with her giggles, she was tempted to get closer and spy on them, but did not The next day being Sabbath Angela and her daughter woke up early to complete their chores before leaving for church. The elders were still asleep, they had to ask for permission before they could leave, Marcy saw them fully dressed and went close by to ask them. “Are you leaving?” Marcy was broken, she thought they were leaving for goo