Ghost Sam Novels & Stories

Her smile fades when she looks at me, “But I’m not the enemy here. There's a lot that you don't know. But I can give you my word that Kayla is in no danger from us.” I can see the sincerity in her face and I nod, “My people are here, injured. There are shifters in terrible condition in the basement." Samantha nods, “One thing at a time then.” I follow her gaze. Yes, we have to deal with the necromancer first. “What are those things?” I look at the rotting bodies. “Experiments,” Samantha says, darkly. “He’s been experimenting with human remains, feeding them human flesh. If you’re going stay and fight, make sure you don't let them bite you.”

"Don't worry. As long as I bring up the past every now and then, that fool will be completely wrapped around my finger. How could he possibly remember Giselle's sacrifices?" Maryanne suddenly snatched my phone from my hand and smashed it to the ground. The room fell into dead silence. "Ambrose, I don't know how she did it, but I never said anything like that. You have to believe me! I know what's going on—this is AI face-swapping! That bitch swapped my face onto someone else to turn you against me!" She clung to Ambrose's sleeve desperately, terror written all over her face. Ambrose's face was ashen as he pried her hands off him.

He tried to keep his speed low enough to avoid attracting attention, but in his need to get to Emily, it was a struggle. "Can you track the GPS on my phone?" William asked. "No," Empusa said. There was a long pause. "But I can always track Sekhmet." "You allowed him to take your blood?" William asked in surprise. Empusa chuckled. "It's not like I became his human familiar, William. We shared blood for a blood bond. That's how I'm tracking you now. Have you and Paoli never exchanged blood?" he asked as though it was a rhetorical question, but the truth was no. Until Emily, William had never shared blood with anyone.

I leapt in the air and I came down, punching him in the head hard and he stumbled back again. He spun around to try and punch me, but I just managed to dodge it before I kicked him in the knee, causing him to fall forward. I grabbed his hair and I kneed him in the face and he fell back on the ground. Samara was standing right in front of me and I took that opportunity to grab a piece of wooden rubble and I snapped a piece off of it and I lunged it straight into her back and it went through her heart. She evaporated into a puddle of blood and ooze.

My friends. I needed my life back. "I'm sorry, Hayden." I whispered. And then things went fast. He tried to grab me the same time I wrapped my hand around my unconscious hand. If you touched your dead body. You'd be sucked back to life. For one whole second, I thought that the young boy back at the shore of Underworld had been wrong. I wouldn't get sucked back to life. This was all a mistake. But then something happened. An invisible force pulled me towards it. Everything around me started to to blur out. And eventually, it darkened. And then I blacked out.

Everything will be fine, Samantha, I'm sure! "And…" Sammy hesitated for a second. “And if you see a big grey-black wolf, it's… Travis. Tears filled her eyes and she quickly walked out into the corridor. Feeling her insides go dead at the thought that something might happen to Travis, Sammy walked towards the exit of the building. But she felt like she was going nowhere. ***

“They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.” Jack set Aki’s photo down on the table between them. Black eyes. White hair. The composure of someone who owns gravity wherever she walks. “And her?” he asked. “Ghost program,” Susan said, almost to herself. “Recruitment out of disaster zones. Stateless. Practically invisible. I never met her. But the codename crossed server logs with a Japanese flag and a redacted training file from a contractor we all pretended didn’t exist.” “Sumua was declared dead,” Pauly said, tapping the corner of the dossier with a pen cap. “Somebody laundere

They disappeared into the dark, three figures against the apocalypse, leaving behind the Echo of the Blood for the promise of the Fire. The trek back was a nightmare of internal fragmentation. Samantha could feel the Shadow Mother’s laughter echoing in the hollows of her mind, a psychic parasite that fed on her doubt. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ava not the laughing, golden-eyed child who loved stories, but a version of her with those horrific, weeping ink-eyes. ‘She traded you...’ the voice whispered. “Stop it,” Samantha hissed under her breath, her silver eyes darting to the shadows between the trees.

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.