Ghost Tracer Novels & Stories

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

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.

Liora cupped Mavric’s face with both hands. “Help me one more time. Let me enter Ghost Mode for the last time tonight. I planted a tracker inside Marcus’s server during our double sync earlier. “The signal’s still active, but it’ll disappear soon if we don’t chase it now.” “No! I forbid you!” Mavric snapped. “I’ll send a tactical team to Greenwich.” “The police are already there!” “They’ll only find an empty warehouse, Mavric! Marcus is a ghost.” He isn’t there physically.

the voice on the other end reported frantically. Ethan froze, the air in the room turning to ice. When had that scavenger Mason learned to bypass the Silvercrest firewalls? "Master Carter, I had the technicians run the trace three times, and the signature is undeniable! According to the node address, the ghost is currently operating from within the Carter family’s ancestral mansion." Ethan’s hand crushed the device into a twisted ruin of metal and glass. A murderous hunger flashed in his eyes. The black Rolls-Royce roared out of the driveway like an arrow shot from a recurve bow. Ten minutes later, the tires screeched to a halt at the iron gates of the old estate.

"You stay here with them. When they wake up, they won't care about the paperwork. They will drag you to a warehouse and hurt you just to send a message to your father wherever he is." I looked at the thug with the broken wrist. He was starting to move. "Or," Declan said, "you get in my car. You work for me, and you pay off the debt." "What kind of work?" I asked. My voice trembled. Declan looked me up and down. "You have no scent," he said. "For a wolf, that makes you a ghost. I have a use for a ghost." A siren wailed in the distance. It was getting closer.

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.

Ghost’s voice, weak but alive: “…Still here…”

There was something almost protective in the way he looked at me, the kind of steadiness Zane used to give. But before I could respond, my phone buzzed. A private message. No name. No number. Just three words: “You’re next, Grey.” I froze. The world around me narrowed to that single line glowing on the screen. Kai stepped closer, his expression hardening as he read it over my shoulder. The playfulness vanished from his face. “Looks like your ghost wants to make it personal.” I swallowed hard, my mind already racing. You’re next. Not they, not Carter Holdings me.