Ghost Whisperer Eli Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

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…”

he whispered. THE END

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.

And Elise, in the pitch black, whispered “He’s here.”