Ghost Sam Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 5 Elder Gina had already gone to the town and Kim was left alone, Kim hadn’t used alone ever since that’s why he had a strange feeling of being alone. He remembered what Elder Gina said to him. While Alex is on the road walking alone, she sees the woman, a woman a messy scrambled hair, her eyes are darkened deeply, and holding a dull knife covered with a blood stain. Her aura is so scary at all. Alex felt a little nervous and scared, her heart was beating so fast. She wanted to go back home but she couldn’t even move her legs.

On the other side of the gate, she began to understand his reason for doubting the level of difficulty. Dozens of armed guards took up positions on either side of the Jeep, escorting it toward the large house at the end of the lane. Their eyes glowed amber, an indicator that all of these people were Souled Vampires. She hadn’t gotten the impression from Cassidy and her parties visit that they’d been quite so amassed, but then, perhaps Jo hadn’t been paying quite enough attention.

The smoke was the same green mist that permeates the graveyard. "If it weren't for me, you would've been raped by that zombie before being devoured. You'd become a restless spirit stuck among the tombstones forever and no one wants that. You are better off here in this basement of my home. Now, lets get down to business... stand naked before me." Sally was too frozen with fear to respond or to move. Hamid narrowed his eyes. "Stand naked before me or be fed to the zombies." Sally slowly stood up from her bed, leaving the blanket behind. She stood naked in front of the half-ghoul. The half-ghoul whistled in appreciation. Sally blushed furiously when she became more embarassed than afraid.

“I going to need for you to trust me.” His eyes which should be the color of milk chocolate with Samson forward are closer to the color of dark chocolate because of his fury. When he doesn’t answer, I put my hand on his cheek. “Samson, trust me,” I say quietly. His eyes focus on me and he nods. I turn back and begin walking through the crowd, swirling my bourbon as I go. “I know most of you don’t know much about other supernaturals. You certainly know nothing about the fae, very little if anything about vampires, and you obviously don’t know anything about Guardians,” I say, lifting the glass and taking a sip.

The colossal creature roared, its dark aura pulsating with malevolent energy as it seemed to anticipate their every move. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Samantha felt a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of her mind. There was something about the creature, something familiar yet elusive, that sent a shiver down her spine. Before they could react, the chamber began to crumble around them, massive chunks of stone hurtling toward them with terrifying speed. Samantha and Elias dove for cover, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles as they fought to maintain their footing amidst the chaos. Amidst the chaos, a voice echoed through the chamber, chilling Samantha to the c

Otherwise, how could Hilda alone destroy a highly respected family with centuries of history without effort? Walking beside Samuel while listening to his nonsense, Connie was convinced by him without her realizing. Giry seemed to be interested as well so he walked beside Samuel and quietly listened to him. At this moment, they arrived at the subway and Samuel sniffed the cold wind that was blowing from the direction of the subway. Then, he seriously explained, "There's a tinge of blood smell in the wind so this route is undoubtedly a ghost path. Your house door is facing the ghost path directly, so the ghost will enter your house once they exit the ghost path. It's pointless even if you rear

Jacob piped in, “This is Samantha Revious, the head registrar’s secretary.” “Sam for short!” Samantha added, she took Dorin’s hand and pumped it enthusiastically. “Revious?” Dorin asked once more. “Yup, I’m Sebastian’s big sister!” She grinned. “Eh?” Dorin looked surprised. “Then... that guy riding at the back of the car...” “Oh, you didn’t notice?” “No, he was a holding a book in front of his face...”

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

"Do you not feel that the ancestors are still watching over us? That the old ways are still alive?" "Yes, but—" Suddenly, more memories flooded my mind. Memories of Rush arguing with the Shaman, imploring her to see reason, to attack and kill the wolves without just cause. Memories of Rush breaking away from his tribe. Memories of him forming Nightshade, the Hunters. Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species.

She turned to me as she straightened again, but her eyes were drawn to the same thing that had caught my own attention. From Thane's slowly stirring body, a dark figure had formed, leaving his body and hovering above it. "What are you doing?!" Samantha screamed at it, sounding hysterical, "She's right there! Take her!" She pointed at me, but nothing rushed towards me this time. This was the Fearmonger, I realised, as I studied it with a morbid kind of curiosity.