Ghost Spider Invitation Novels & Stories

My stomach flips—not gonna lie, part satisfaction, mostly shock. “You’re deadass?” I ask, voice soft. “How do you even know?” He pushes himself up suddenly, sniffling, and fumbles his phone out of his grey sweatpants pocket with shaking hands. He nearly drops it twice before thrusting it at me like the screen itself burned him. I take the phone and look. A rose-gold digital invitation fills the screen. Elegant cursive script. Zoey Amara Coleman and Kent Blackwood. Four weeks from today. Yacht wedding in the Mediterranean. Plus-one only .

Then, he raised his head, and there it was—that awkward, almost pitying look in his eyes as he glanced at me. "Apologies, ma'am," his tone was stiff, professional. He handed the invitation back to me. "This is blank. There's no valid information to verify your identity, no official stamp from Bloodmoon Pack. I can't let you in." Blank? My mind buzzed like a struck gong, and my stomach dropped like a rock. I yanked the invitation back from him and stared at the inner page. Dear Moon Goddess! It really was blank—just an empty, glaring sheet of black!

I do send our invitations, but anyone in King Noah's kingdom can attend, just like with the Blood Moon. Once in the office, I go over our list of packs we have alliances with and the packs we provide protection for. I open my laptop and open my invitation file. I check to see if everything was as it should be and then open my email. I write a quick note and attach the invitation to it. I then go through and add all the Alphas and their packs that are invited to attend. Just before I hit the send button, there is a soft knock on the doorframe. I look up to see one of our guards as he says,

, Seb sits down and stretch his hands over the sofa. "You must be Sebastian Carl. My brother treated you. I am Victoria Darc, Tareem's younger sister. Our messenger ought to get this invitation across to you but I begged my brother, I wanted to give it to you personally. I hoped to see my old buddy, Vahemir. All the leaders of the supernaturals ought to be present. It is mandatory.", Sasha holds unto her arm. "What is the invitation for?" "It is not your business, all that is needed is your presence"

"Can't I come to chat with you?" "Of course. But you just came to chat with me?" Spencer's smile did not change, but his eyes showed that he had seen through everything. Ellena sighed helplessly. "I am ashamed to hear you say that. I did come because I had something to do." After she finished speaking, she took out the invitation letter from her bag and handed it to Spencer. "Edward organized a dinner party this Friday. I hope you can attend." Spencer looked at the invitation letter. His expression did not change. "Edward asked you to give it to me?"

In the next moment, Caroline came knocking on the door of her cabin, and stated, "Miss Grant, you got a dinner invitation for a night party this Wednesday. How should I respond to this?" Hearing her words, Vanessa narrowed her eyes and massaged her slightly throbbing temple, and she queried softly, "party? What is it about?" "It was hosted by Twin W Corp." Caroline said, and continued, "It would be a typical business dinner, Miss Grant." Vanessa also understood it, and she pondered for a few seconds before she mumbled, "alright. Accept the invite." Caroline gave a knowing nod, and murmured, "Noted, Miss Grant."

Because it had the word ‘invitation’ written boldly in gold above the paper. Like a child learning how to read, I read the writing out loud. “Good day, Mrs. Joanne. I, personally, am happy to invite you to my private gala at the grand castle in the city center. Which will hold at exactly 8:00 p.m. tomorrow and will feature a three-course dinner, entertainment, and an auction. I look forward to your presence. I hope to see you. Sincerely, Trevor Jones.” And that was it. I flipped the paper sideways to check for any other hidden writing, but there was nothing.

At the hotel, after the video call, Spike immediately went to the study to find his father. “Daddy, Daddy! Mommy is going to a banquet tonight!” His mommy was already very beautiful, and she looked even more stunning today. What if someone kidnapped her at the banquet? Blair shut the laptop lid. “Which banquet?” Spike scratched his head. “I forgot to ask...” Blair frowned, thought for a moment, and his gaze fell on the invitation placed on the table... It was most likely the Rothschild family’s banquet. ... The night was dark as ink, but the Rothschild estate was brilliantly lit.

I walked past them, the envelope held like a live grenade in my hands. “Where’d that come from?” Felix asked, spotting it immediately. “Courier. No name. No return address”. Layla stepped closer, wariness in her voice. “It’s Viper, isn’t it?” I nodded, slicing the wax with a letter opener. Inside was a single invitation: ‘The Crescent Charity Gala’ ‘For Victims of Corporate Corruption’ ‘Hosted by the Vesper Foundation’ ‘Your presence is expected, Elena’ At the bottom: a time, a date; tomorrow night; and a final handwritten note:

"From your father." Jessica took it, and Martha gave us both a little nod before leaving the room. I watched as Jessica tore open the envelope, pulling out what looked like two fancy cards. "Oh!" she exclaimed, reading quickly. "The invitation to the party tonight. And obviously yours too." She handed me one of the cards. It was heavy, expensive-looking paper with gold lettering. “You are cordially invited to the Ascension Ceremony of Alpha Blackthorn. 7:00 PM, Main Estate Grounds.”