Ghost Wars Novel Novels & Stories

“Linh hon da mat. Lost souls. Gooks believed when a body lost its way, it wandered off this plane of existence in search of a new one. Maybe when the body got so it didn’t know what it wanted anymore or where it was going. Or maybe somehow it knew its time was up, so it got to wandering. Problem was, once it started, it hardly ever found where it was going. “It’s the land over there. The jungle. The ground we walked on. It was cursed or haunted or more . . . aware. It knew you. Wasn’t in country too long before I started hearing about the linh hon da mat. Stories of ghost soldiers joining platoons on marches. Not ghosts of gooks we’d killed or guys we could’ve saved, though we all saw plenty

He told me there was a book in his office that had the safe hidden inside. The book was about ghost towns, so he doubted Zane would have found it. That is when I learned that Zane was afraid of ghosts. At first, I thought it was funny, that Zane feared something that wasn’t real until I thought about it. If werewolves and other creatures were real, maybe ghosts were too. Thinking that, a chill ran down my spine, causing me to shiver. It wasn’t funny after all, because if ghosts were real, I would be afraid too.

Lyra and Alexander witnessed the scene a little horrified, it was not pleasant to see that old man die in that way, but it would serve as proof that, when entering this hostile world of war, death would be a permanent companion on each of their journeys. And so, both set off on their journey to the village, along with a few surviving werewolves. They were very tired, so they needed to treat some of their wounds to survive, otherwise, they would follow the same path as the vampire king. Especially Alexander, who was badly injured, so when they arrived at the

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

“Which way to the quarters that don’t have pixies or werewolves?” As a security officer nervously led him away, the rest of the team was left standing in the hall, staring at the spot where he had been. The air still felt colder. The chapter of their simple recruitment had just ended. A new one, filled with ancient demons, gray morality, and a boy who carried the weight of a paradox, had just begun. ---

shouldn’t he do something? I didn’t peg him for being the ghosting type. I mean he ghosted me for 5 years, but this was different right? This was...don't even know what this was. “My world, what am I doing? Fuck." "Right here." "Wha-" my words got cut off, a hand grabbing me and pulling me into the ladies room with immediate effect. door lock sounding perfect. Him. "How you doing?"

After the funeral, I hired the best private investigator in Almeda City. I wanted everything on Grace. At the same time, I told Avery to buy as many shares of Dorrondale Hospital as possible. I would make sure Richard never worked in Almeda City again. He would pay for what he did today. *** Third-Person POV After the funeral, Richard moved into Grace's apartment completely. Half a month later, he finally returned to the hospital. And immediately, something felt off. His coworkers kept looking at him weird. With pity. With sympathy.

I‌ wondered if I would ever forgive m​y‍sel‍f. The va​n s‍ped th⁠rough the rainy streets of the city. We wer‍e ghosts i‍n the machine. We were c‍asual​ties of a war tha‍t had only⁠ just begun. I closed‌ my eyes and listened to the ven​t‌ilator. Hiss. Cl‍ick. H​iss. Click.

I’ll let them collide, let their rage destroy them, and when the dust settles, I’ll rebuild. The van lurches forward, but a sudden explosion rocks the clearing, the ground shaking as flames erupt from the trees. Emily screams, and I draw my pistol, scanning the darkness. A figure steps into the headlights, their face obscured, holding a detonator. “You’re not the only one playing games, Gray,” they say, their voice chillingly familiar,someone from my past, someone I buried long ago. The detonator clicks, and another blast tears through the night, the van swerving as the road collapses beneath us, plunging us toward an unseen fate. Who is this ghost, and have they come to end my empire?

I trembled. After I returned to the past, all of the details I had previously neglected screamed for my attention. I was absolutely certain at this point that Joy was behind my parents’ deaths. I did not manage to return to the point before my parents’ deaths and save them. But I could find proof of Joy killing them and bring her to justice so that my parents could rest in peace. At that moment, my phone rang. It was a call from Joy. “Alania, where did you go? I can’t find you in your ward.”