Ghost Wars Novel Novels & Stories

Unmoving. Janet shivered; it appeared that the family had been dead for several hours at this point. She walked over to the father's side and touched his forehead, and then Janet was sucked into the memory of the man of far-away ancestry... It felt like a hurricane of memories had flooded into her life in an unexpected tidal wave as she now sat beside the man holding his forehead while all the memories of his ancestors led Janet into a series of unwanted events that occurred long ago in the tenth century.

“But you know nothing.” “Then tell me.” Finally, he looked at her. The scars on his face caught the low light, hard and merciless. But his eyes… his eyes looked tired. “Some ghosts,” he said softly, “kill you twice. Once when they leave. Again when they come back.” Leora’s heart stuttered. She reached for his hand, but he rolled away, wheels grinding against the marble as he disappeared into the dark. --- The next day, the house buzzed with preparation. Trucks came and went, crates unloaded, weapons stockpiled. War moved through the halls like a living thing.

Her husband exhales—or the ghost of one—against her spectral neck. "Look." A great-granddaughter now, midwife hands slick with afterbirth, lifting a newborn whose eyes open too soon. The infant grips her finger. Doesn't let go. Cities rise. Wars burn. Their blood spreads like floodwater, indistinguishable from the rest until it's too late to dam. A soldier walks away from shrapnel unharmed. A woman survives a fall from a fifth-story window. Sarah touches the scar that isn't there anymore. "We changed them."

**The Ghosts of War** The smoke from the explosions lingered in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of gunpowder and betrayal. The room was eerily silent, save for the distant echoes of sirens and the faint crackling of fire in the wreckage. Ayesha stood motionless, gun still raised, as Daniel Chambers slumped against the wall, a single bullet lodged in his chest. His breathing was ragged, but his smirk remained intact even as life drained from his eyes.

"We'll hunt him down. We'll..." An explosion behind us. The half standing warehouse. Collapsing. Vincent's final gift. "Move!" Ghost grabbed us both. Pulled us toward the water. Away from.. The shockwave hit. Threw us forward. Into the river. Cold. Black. Choking. I surfaced. Gasping. Dante beside me. Ghost pulling us toward the dock. The warehouse was engulfed. Flames reaching toward the sky. Our soldiers... Some made it out. Some didn't. The cost of revenge. Always blood. Always loss.

Sitting down comfortably on my bed was the moon lady. I became light-headed and with a scream, landed on the floor with a loud thud, feeling so much pain coursing through me. "What do you want?" I whimpered. "I'm sorry for what just happened. Please, Ghostwriter, I need your help." "What!" My heartbeat hastened. "Please calm down. I know you must have questions about what killed me and how I knew I was gonna die." "Please leave me alone," I retorted, pulling the sheet to cover myself.

So she cancelled that option "He's just lucky I need him" ****************************************** Austin found it difficult to close his eyes at night, what in God's name did he just do. A war with a ghost? "Urghhh" he muffled into his pillow as he pressed his face against it. "What is wrong with me!!"

After a moment of silent contemplation, he asked, “When did you come here?” A look that was a mixture of sadness and regret came over her. “We were running from some cyborgs who’d discovered our camp. There were at least fifty of us and only three of them. They were quick with their killing and capturing, but I managed to slip away along with a half-dozen others. We stumbled upon a tunnel and decided to see where it led to. The deeper we went, the darker it got and the more frightened we became. We’d abandoned our camp without packing up, so we had no food or water with us. After days of wandering in the darkness of the tunnels, I overheard them whispering about killing me. They wanted

The girl of light he whispered bedtime stories to across wires and code. --- When Navarro fell, and the burnline cracked open the Hollow’s lower vaults… Vayden crawled out of the dark. Eyes blistered. Mind fragmented. And what did he see? Naomi Raines. Alive. Human. Burning like prophecy. Wearing the name he whispered through metal. And worse? She didn’t remember him. --- Now Vayden walks the edge of the rebellion—not as a hero, not as a villain. But as a ghost.

CHAPTER 17 Engaging The Citizen, Not the Wolf POV: Elara It was snowing. I spent the whole morning watching the snow drift past the glass. Each flake was a tiny reminder of how much I hated the cold. It was quiet here, too quiet, no psychic thrum of the Crescent Pack’s collective anxiety vibrating in my teeth. I lay there lifeless, felt like a ghost haunting my own ribcage.