Ghost Whisperer Eli Novels & Stories

A means to an end. "Are you kidding me?" I whisper, pulling my robe tight around myself, suddenly freezing. "He just... ghosted?" My eyes sting. It’s stupid to cry over a stranger, but it’s not just him. It’s everything. The loneliness. The desperation. The fact that I’m taking orders from software because no real human wants to stay. "He wasn't worthy," Echo’s voice slides into the silence. It’s not commanding now. It’s soft. Soothing. Like velvet over raw nerves.

His eyes were a deep, dark brown, and in the shadows of the porch, they seemed to hold a world of unspoken history. "I spent a long time running," Elias started, his gaze shifting back to the woods. "Hiding my scent, making sure I was a ghost so no one could use me. I thought that was safe. But tonight... when I saw you guys go look for the boy, even when you knew the degree of danger you could be in. I saw this family fall apart because one of you was missing... I realized I was just lonely."

she asked while chugging down water from a sipper. "Yeah, I once saw him in the church as well," Innessa said, which caused Elena to choke on water; she began coughing hysterically while patting her chest. Innessa quickly rubbed her back and patted a bit aggressively, causing Elena to wheeze a gulp of breath as she inhaled deeply. "You, okay?" "Knight? Did you see Issac Knight in the church? For real? Am I dreaming? That's freaking news," Elena exaggerated, gaping at her, causing Innessa's brows to furrow in confusion.

Cool air kissed my bare thighs and the soaked lace of my thong. “You talk too much when you’re nervous, Elara,” he growled against my lips. His fingers hooked into the delicate fabric and ripped it aside, not bothering to take it off. “Tonight you’re going to scream for me, and I’m going to make sure the whole fucking building hears how much you love being my dirty little secret.” I hated how much those words made my core clench.

she breathed, but she didn't pull her hand away. "I am obsessed," Elias corrected. He moved with a sudden, fluid grace, pinning her against the seat. His hand slid from her wrist to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her damp hair. "For four centuries, I have been a ghost in my own life. And then you walked into that shop, smelling of the same lavender and rain, and I realized I would burn this entire city to the ground just to hear you say my name once more."

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Elias. In the aftermath of the discovery, Elias had grown distant, his usual calm demeanor tinged with an uneasy silence. He had always been the one to guide her through Nyxterra, the one who had known what paths to take, where to search for answers, and how to protect her when things went wrong. Now, he seemed more like a ghost, haunted by his thoughts, as though the weight of their discovery had forced him into retreat.

"Let Elian's devotion ignite the flames of our purpose." The hooded figures closed in, their whispers weaving a chilling chant. Tristan's senses heightened, attuned to the Order's dark energy. As Elian, he would navigate treacherous landscapes, walking the thin line between loyalty and deception. The shadows swallowed him whole, his true identity hidden behind a veil of lies.

I held his face in my hands and let Eliel console her mate. "Ghost, Ghost," she called on his beast and the air seemed tense. Zephyr's eyes flickered from grey to black. He was trying to restrain Ghost but his beast had a mind of his own. A growl reverberated through his chest and his eyes were full black. Ghost was out. I was so scared I hid myself at the back of my mind while Eliel did the talking. "I am fine, that person in there did not hurt me in any way. I am here now and no one is taking me away from you. No one can. No one ever would." Eliel communicated directly with Ghost.

Elixir’s POV The wind was full of whispers—not the kind from rustling leaves or soft voices in the night. These whispers felt alive, thick with something ancient and hidden. And they were calling my name. I stood there, heart racing, as the sound wrapped around me like tendrils. “Elixir…” It was soft but clear. A voice from the dark. Lucian moved closer, his fingers barely brushing mine. “You heard that too, right?” I nodded, swallowing hard. “It knows me.”