Ghost Whisperer Eli Novels & Stories

The Ghost. The hacker who had been messing with them. The one who sent the files about the 2018 fire. He looked younger than Eli expected maybe late twenties with sharp features, messy dark hair, and eyes that seemed to see too much. “You’re awake,” The Ghost said. His voice was calm, almost friendly. “Good. I was starting to worry the chloroform was too strong.” Eli pulled harder against the chains. The metal dug into his wrists. “Who are you? Why did you take me?”

There is a page in one of Giselle's books where Giselle wrote something about Elora's Wolf whisperer ancestors and that was what she wanted to go through. She believed she may find something of importance inside it but they were just names... nothing important there. All she got from it is that the first Wolf whisperer was a man called "D" and that was it. The lack of information on her kind made her lose hope in ever finding anything of importance about herself.

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

“It’s damned unsettlin’.” “It’s fucking frightening. That’s what it is.” Jackson hissed. The old man’s eyes slowly returned to normal as he took in the sight of Ian’s almost lifeless body. Without acknowledging the three men, he bent over Ian and slowly passed his hands a few inches over him while chanting. “No!” Angel screeched as she raced through the flames toward them. “Stop that! He’s mine!” Eluwilussit stood erect and held his hands in front of him - as if to motion for her to stop- while he bellowed words that no one understood. The tortured spirits bodies were still in flames as they stopped running to and fro and focused on Angel.

Not leaving—but waiting. And deep within Elijah’s subconscious, where memories and nightmares blurred into one, something ancient stirred. The Dream Walkers loomed around him like shadows rising from the corners of his mind, their presence cold and unnerving, as if they had crawled out of the darkest corners of his subconscious to claim something he wasn’t ready to give. “W-Who are you people?” Elijah stammered, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes darting from one hooded figure to another. One of them stepped forward, his movements eerie and fluid, as though gravity didn’t quite apply to him. “We’re here to end your misery,” the figure said in a voice that was both calm and terrifying, like

The shining red mark of the Red Spider Lily on her forehead complimented her ethereal beauty. I stepped forward in a trance, totally mesmerized by the scene in front of my eyes. Elmer’s viscous tone warned me to be discreet. “It is my business, the leader of Whisperers! You’re fated to be mine, so don’t even think about going against me.” I stood at the corner to witness that furious argument, asking for forgiveness from the Moon Goddess. “I know eavesdropping is bad, but you’ve blessed me with a complicated mate. Please consider it as my effort to research my mate and ignore my misconduct.”

I didn't utter a word after they left, as well as him. Kaya halos marinig ko na ulitimo tunog ng bawat paghinga ko. After almost five minutes of being silent, I heard the sound of his footsteps nearing me. I authomatically feel my heart beats faster than usual just because of it. I can even feel the heaviness of his presence and the intensity of his stares. My mind got hire-wired. He reached for my right hand, and I flinched because of his touch. "Larie..." He called my name in a very low and husky voice.

I smirked to myself, This could get interesting… I watched the girl banter with Eric a bit more as he assessed her. He seemed to enjoy the fight even more with her cold exterior. More wraiths appeared and I tensed, Eric was a Shadow weaver meaning he had control over them, supposedly. Eric could weave and manipulate shadows to travel and even capture dead souls and turn them into wraiths. Yet wraiths were still somewhat feral creatures. They had talons which could slice through bone if given the chance. Not how I wished to spend my time.

She reached forward, fingers trembling, and brushed his cold hand. “Papa…” The whisper broke her. Tears burned her cheeks. The chanting blurred. The world tilted for a brief moment. Then— “Elara.” Her name echoed through the air, faint as a breath. Her eyes widened. She looked down. Robin’s lips had not moved. His outline was woven with translucent golden light, and his spirit glistened. His once-charming eyes had turned urgent. The ghost whispering to her was audible to her alone. "Listen." “My death was no accident. Ariana…”

That was until I heard the first whisper. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. Isolation and the dark tend to stir the imagination, conjuring sounds out of nowhere. I stopped, holding my breath, listening intently to the dead air, waiting for any sign of life. "Elias..." The whisper was soft, intimate, like a lover’s breath against the back of my neck. I turned sharply, my heart hammering in my chest. My flashlight darted across the room, but there was nothing there.