Ghost Wars Novel Novels & Stories

A former military strategist turned mercenary, The Ghost had been brought in by Sanchez years ago to train Dino in combat, strategy, and survival. But when Dino turned sixteen, the ghost disappeared. There had always been rumors—whispers that Sanchez had him executed for knowing too much. But now, out of nowhere, he had reached out. --- A Meeting in the Shadows Dino adjusted the strap of his concealed holster as he stepped into the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Tomiwa followed closely behind, his gun at the ready. A single dim light flickered from above, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Then, from the darkness, a figure emerged.

The warehouse was empty except for two fork lifts and some pallets scattered around the vast open space. The agents proceeded slowly till a high pitch whistle was heard followed by gunfire from several directions. The men immediately dove for cover behind a fork lift and waited for about five seconds when the shooting had stopped, before they raised their heads from their hiding place, but the warehouse was now deserted. “Shit!” Jamal said angrily. They ran to the exit at the other end of the enormous building to find the tail lights of two vehicles disappearing into the night. The Italian Mafia has eluded them again.

screamed Ghost in the doorway to the office. A shot rang out. It echoed off the walls. Out of the corner of her eye, Amber watched Ghost drop to the concrete floor only feet away. A trail of crimson seeped out from around him, reaching towards Amber. She was frozen. Muted. Her brain not working. But luckily Grayson reacted by knocking Amber flat against the floor, pinning her beneath his body as a hail of gunfire sprayed over their heads.

For Evan, it was to remove the pressure of protecting us from the werewolves; especially since I had his venom in my veins which made a werewolf bite lethal during the full moon. I sat in the darkened room with only the light of the fire to illuminate the shadows that lurked in corners of the cabin’s great room long after Evan and Megan retired while I went over the events of the day in my mind. I’d just reached the point of acceptance enough to allow me to sleep and deal with things the following day when the ghost of a beautiful young woman appeared before me. She was far less opaque than my aunt Lily had been, but I could see her none-the-less. Instinct told me that I was face to face

“What’s that?” The strumming stopped, and he looked up, a shift in his countenance. “The photographs in my mind are one thing. I see their faces. That’s… troubling. It’s not the worst of it. But every time I close my eyes, I distinctly see each of them. A woman with short, curly hair. A man with some sort of wrap on his head, his face frozen in anguish. Literally frozen. A little boy, maybe six, clinging to a woman I presumed to be his mother. A baby wrapped in layers of blankets and nestled between an arm stiff with frost and a bosom that would never feed the child again. Their faces are haunting, and they are everywhere. Despite that daily terror, it isn’t the worst.” “It isn’t? What is it

I hooked my arm through the loop, wrapped it twice around my wrist, and they hauled us both into the air while the door gunner laid down a storm of lead that turned the courtyard into a slaughterhouse. We collapsed inside in a heap of blood and limbs. Ghost’s head lolled against my shoulder, breath wet and ragged. I pressed my hand to the hole in his chest, felt the warm flood soaking through my fingers. “Stay with me,” I rasped, voice breaking. “You hear me? Stay with me.” He tried to laugh, coughed blood instead. “Trying, boss… trying.” Medics swarmed, needles flashing, pressure bandages slapping on, voices shouting numbers I didn’t understand. My own side was a furnace, every breath slici

I wrapped myself tighter around her, blocking her completely from the flying shards of glass and iron. The chaos outside my head began to blur, replaced by a sudden, violent rush of old ghosts clawing at the back of my mind. I tried to suppress the images, but the rhythmic thunk of the cross-bolts brought it all back with a vengeance. The night the rogue packs breached the old Vukari borders. The smell of burning pine. The agonized howling of my parents, my sister, my entire pack line getting erased while I watched from the hidden cellar. And Ziva’s mother, dropping like a stone right into the ash.

"We don't have a choice. We go. We play his game. We survive two years. Then we burn it all down." The determination in his voice. Cold. Hard. This was Ghost. Not Axel. And I realized. New York wasn't going to break him. It was going to unleash him. Six weeks until New York. Six weeks until the war really started. And I was pregnant. Carrying our child into the middle of a mafia war. With no way out

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"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think. With warm regards, Dora.