Ghost System Novels & Stories

I´m 1600 years old Alisha, I know what I´m saying - She looked at her with her eyes round as plates. -Did you say 1600 years old- -Yes- - You know, 1600 ago I didn´t even exist- -Yes of course, at that time I had my own body- -Then how… -…¿Do you really want to know? Memories can be really painful- -What do you mean?- She felt a shiver, this looked really ugly. -It means your memories are interweened with us wolves more than you think, more specifically with the los of the female wolves-

“The question is if it really matters.” I joined Brett’s surprise at her words. She smiled. “There’s a lot of debate around what ghosts actually are. Are they what’s left of a person’s energy or are they actual souls? If they’re souls, it makes sense to hurry to help them move on. But I’m inclined to agree with my mentor’s theory, that they’re the remaining of people’s egos, not their soul.” “You lost me,” I said.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

she said, fingers flying over the unfamiliar keyboard layout. The system fought her for half a minute—encrypted layers deeper than anything she’d cracked in Nevada or Manila. But she was faster now. Smarter. Finally, a list populated the screen: > ACTIVE ASSETS: 0 SECURE TRANSFER: COMPLETE FACILITY STATUS: GHOST PROTOCOL ENGAGED Sophia’s heart sank. “Ghost Protocol,” she repeated aloud. Elise stepped up beside her. “What does that mean?” Sophia swallowed. “They cleaned it. Emptied everything. Everyone. And left the systems intact just to monitor... or to trap anyone who came looking.”

I repeat my inclination to understand the magnetic field around me that richly holds me. What I don't understand is, am I understanding? Is there a ghost supporting my intellect from behind? Could she be Amy after being dead? But my experiments have started giving sound speculations after her death. Can ghosts really help or deter human thinking? Ghosts are the remaining energies left out after complete bodily death. If it's energy and it's free. If it has no body. It can go for free anywhere. No one has ever before talked to ghosts in a scientific lab. Ghosts never so openly supported scientific understanding and research. But what if they are doing so now? The past happenings need not alwa