Ghost Story Series Novels & Stories

"Report from the Swiss border. Near the Havenfall outskirts. Sightings of a man and a child. Both matching the 'Ghost' profile." My head snapped up. In the three years since the cabin burned, every lead on a "Ghost"—the rare, high-value targets the Cole family hunts—had been a dead end. I’d started to think Zack was the last of that lineage. But I couldn't bring myself to burn the files.

“Couldn’t find the rest of the bodies or parts. So we checked the houses on either side. Eight more corpses, Echo. Some fresh, some… old. One house was set up like a fucking surgical suite. Another had medical lights, trays, drains in the floor. The other had a brand-new nursery, crib, diapers, clothes, and everything.” I shrug. “Sounds about right for the sick fuck.” Ghost groans. “Of course it does to you. He’d been living there for years. While they were dating he was already there. We found photos of her from before they even met. He was watching her long before she ever knew his name.” I take another slow sip. “Not shocked.” “So what now?” I ask. “Police?” “Nothing direct yet,” Ghost sa

"Grace, honey, look at me. Look at Daddy. Close your eyes." "He says I can't, Daddy," Grace whispered. Her small body was rigid, her white eyes fixed on the empty space. "He says if I close my eyes, the dark will come back forever. He says he's the one who kept the 'Saints' alive." The Drama of the Heart: The Ghost in the Blood Jinyan stepped into the room, his boots crunching on the shattered glass of a picture frame. The temperature was dropping. He could see his own breath—a white plume of fear in the sapphire strobe light.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

crossing his arms, “I haven’t seen any other ghost here. And you? Have you seen anyone else haunting the place?” “No,” I admitted. “But what if the ghost is somewhere else? Maybe he hides them because he doesn’t want us to know.” If there was a ghost he cared about… they had to be important. Very important. And that made me… curious. Adrian groaned. “Echo... you are overthinking it. I don’t think there’s any ghost anywhere. The guy barely leaves the house alone... when is he supposed to meet this mystery ghost?” I sighed. “Okay, so what are you saying?”

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?

Mark spoke out. “Crystal right, she would be a nice slave for me” He uttered as he smirked. He stood up from where he was squatting and went a bit closer to where Mark was laid. “Do you want to really know who I am? Or you would just guess?” he asked with a corny smile all over his face. “I am…..” He announced as he went closer to whisper who he was into Mark’s ear. Mark opened his eyes widely knowing who the fuck was behind his family’s death.

I now suddenly realize that I said that out loud " Who are you talking to?" She stares at me weirdly "Do you see them too?" I' wear a confuse expression "see what too?" She leans closer to me and whispers ''spirits" "You mean like ghosts?" She shakes her head "Yes..yes ghosts" "Wait you mean, you see them?" She nods frighten I think to myself 'That's strange I thought I was the only one' Tommy respondes "so did I" ''Hey, Tori why don't you come with me and maybe-"

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Inside, Ghost sat at the head of a long oak table, a plate of steak before her. She was striking—dark hair pulled back tightly, eyes sharp and commanding. She speared a piece of meat with her fork and paused mid-bite as the doctor entered, her gaze locking onto him. "How may I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice calm yet edged with authority. Doctor Francis took a tentative step forward, lowering his voice. "Sorry to bother you, but I’m the doctor in charge of Damon’s late wife, Anna." Ghost’s expression remained neutral, though her fork hovered above her plate. "Okay?"