Ghost Wars Novel Novels & Stories

If her uncle trusted the human enough to legally take under his wing then she trusted him enough to not question his judgement. Auxilia wasn’t just a guest house, it was Neutral Ground, meaning that all ghouls who wanted to pass on and eat dead human flesh only when necessary, come here for their stock ups, some come here for shelter, others rented and lived here. The point was, the whole place was a ghoul sanctuary. That was why it was called Auxilia Guesthouse and café; Auxilia was greek for ‘help’ or ‘safety granted’.

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

Its fingers alone were larger than towers. Black mist flowed from cracks in its skin. The Gatewalker immediately attacked. The two colossal figures collided. The impact shattered part of the city. Shockwaves rolled across rooftops. Entire districts vanished beneath falling debris. Even from this distance, the battle felt unreal. Nobody in the tower spoke. Nobody knew what to say. Eventually Rowan whispered the question everybody was thinking. "What in God's name is that?" Elara's face became grim. "One of the Wardens." The answer raised even more questions.

The Waking War John rose from the scorched ground, lungs burning, vision swimming. Smoke curled around him, thick and oily, but he saw enough. Flames swallowed the horizon. Black Hollow was gone. What replaced it was a battlefield jagged ruins, monstrous silhouettes slithering between the ash and bones of what used to be home. But his eyes locked on only one thing. Sarah. Held in Clint’s grip. Her feet dangled, her mouth open in a silent gasp, eyes wide with something between rage and heartbreak.

“The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.” “No one knows what I am except those who were there that night, Doc, and now my father.” “Fuck.” Ghost looked out the window, processing my claim. He took out his phone and called Cyrus. “You know of our incident last night? Right. Activate Hacker. Someone betrayed us.” He threw the phone on the bed. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Not keeping you safe.” He wrapped his arms around me, a little less angry. “I don’t understand the burns on the lawn.”

Alpha Rhett’s POV The Glacier Hollow wolves began to arrive in groups huddled in cars crammed with whatever pieces of home they could salvage. Burnt clothes. Cracked picture frames. Shattered weapons that had failed to protect them. Their stories matched: the pack had been leveled. Not a single building was left unscathed. The demons hadn’t just come to fight; they’d come to annihilate.

Instead, once I’ve secured the crime scene, had my people take pictures and gather evidence, not that I need it because I am the law in this land, I move out, headed straight over to confront the idiotic asshole who’d decided to take matters into his own hands and cause all of these problems to begin with. Hill Country pack. The rest of the passengers are deathly quiet as we make the drive. My eyes focus out the window. If I remembered the images of all of the dead bodies I’d seen in my life, my mind would be full of ghastly figures, twisted, ripped open, covered in blood and gore. Only a few of those ghosts haunt me still. One soldier who was particularly close to me that I’d gone through m

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

The ground had turned into a sinking sand wormhole as the truck went in slowly and slowly and just as half of it had been sunk in, Nelly's phone's screen on the front passenger's seat lit up, "Nelly... Hello? Honey.? It's mom. You've passed your curfew. Get home now, you have school tomorrow. And why aren't you saying anything? Nelly? Nelly?!-" Her words were cut off as the whole truck was swallowed up by the sudden sinking sand. Immediately after, the rain abruptly stopped and it was like nothing ever happened there.