Ghost Story Club Novel Novels & Stories

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.

NIGHT STALKER SERIES: Book 1: PYKE Camila The NIGHT STALKER CLUB is grandiloquent in red neon bold letters—it’s blindingly bright as to obscure my vision. The club is best known for elites and celebrities, but my cousin has the luck to work as one of the bartenders. I’m glad to hear the news of re-opening after the last month’s incident. It means my cousin is back in his work. Bianca presents our ID to one of the bouncers who looks huge and intimidating. He gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look younger than my age but I’m already twenty one and I just got my college degree.

He agrees to meet us at the club later after he drops at the hospital. I reeve up the engine and make my way to the club. When I get there, Ghost is already waiting outside, a serious look on his face. " Is everything ok?" I ask and Ghost looks around before nodding. " Follow me." He instructs and I fall behind him, heading straight for the club. He opens the door, stepping in and I follow, only to pause when I see the sight before me. Two bodies are laid on the floor, blood smeared all over the floor.

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.

Solemnly, I swept my gaze across the circle of grotesque and terrifying, yet strangely harmless faces of the ghosts, one by one. Under the barrage of "Human, come cuddle!" inner voices, I admitted defeat. A clingy human wasn't scary, but a clingy ghost was. A whole classroom of clingy ghosts was an absolute nightmare! I took a steadying breath, picked up the notebook, and resumed searching for more clues. The notebook's owner was named Peggy Clark. Her handwriting was neat and pretty, and for some reason, it felt vaguely familiar.

“You DEA?” “I’m thirsty.” Luke leaned an elbow on the rail like he was bored of the conversation and the person he was having it with. “We heard she’s got ghosts,” he said. A beat. The door man shifted his weight. “Upstairs. Don’t ask for her. She’ll find you.” They climbed a narrow flight that smelled like spilled spirits and the night before. A girl in a red bob cut and a dress that invented its own rules sat on a barstool under a dead disco ball. She watched Stacey approach like a cat watches a mirror.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

Pushing up from the mattress, I move to the window and glance out, and what I see punches the air from my lungs. Ghost is in the middle of the yard, surrounded by patch-wearing members. One of them lands a punch to his jaw as another grabs him from behind. Ghost jerks, but doesn’t fall. His laugh is raw and bloody. He’s still standing. The fuck? I don’t stop to think. I’m out of the room, down the hall, flying through the club like something’s chasing me. I shoulder past a couple of prospects and storm outside, pushing through the wall of bodies until I reach the ring.

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"