Ghost Whisperer Reboot Novels & Stories

"And it isn't Nora's. I am the Ghost-Writer. And I’ve been hired by the Competition to write the 'Davis Ending'... by Replacing the Main Character." ​He opened his notebook and drew a single line through the name Nora Davis. ​Nora felt her feet begin to vanish into white static. ​"Mommy!" Leo screamed, reaching for her. ​But standing beside the Ghost-Writer was a new woman—identical to Nora in every way, but with eyes of Cold, Professional Blue. ​"Hello, Nora," the new woman said. "I'm the Re-Boot. And I'm much more 'Marketable' than you."

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

I realized that Luke had also been reborn as I stood a short distance away and eavesdropped on his conversation with Janice Braxton. In my past life, I had thrown all caution to the wind and paid the highest price for Luke during the auction. It was why he believed that I would do the same in this life. I barked out a mocking laugh. Since that was how they wanted to play, I didn't mind going along with their farce for the time being. … Several wealthy people with malicious intentions toward Luke took their seats when the gavel was brought down on the block. "I heard that he's the campus heartthrob. It'll definitely be a steal if I can secure him for a few million dollars!"

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Get your hands off me, you hollowed-out ghost! You aren't Ash, and you sure as hell aren't a god!" Rhea’s voice echoed through the crystalline tomb of the Under-Whisper, sharp enough to cut through the oppressive violet hum that now served as the world’s heartbeat. She shoved against the marble-cold chest of the entity wearing her mate’s skin, her fingers burning where they touched his translucent, bruised-violet flesh. Ash—or the thing inhabiting him—didn't move. He simply stared down at her with those terrifying, static suns of violet light, his expression as vacant as a desert sky.

"Make sure she can't cause any trouble." Then came the dark magic—tendrils of power wrapping around my mind like chains, stealing my memories, my identity, everything that made me who I was. The last thing I remember before the darkness took me was Richard's voice: "Goodbye, Mica. Thank you for everything." I come back to myself gasping, my face wet with tears. The silk sheets of Damon's guest bed are twisted around my legs, and my chest heaves like I've been running for miles.

I was experiencing a splitting headache. I opened my eyes and looked around at my familiar home. It wasn't the street where I'd been beaten and cursed at, nor the damp, filthy prison I'd been scorned in. It was my home! "Simone, you're such a good person. If it weren't for you, I would've been beaten to death by Luke." That familiar fake voice rang out. I turned around to look, and there was Tricia Tate, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes. It was only then that I realized I had been reborn.

" The guests had been whispering ever since they realized the bride wasn't Maeve, so the moment Carmen lashed out, the room erupted into chaos. "I thought that stuff like this only happens on TV. It looks like Mr. Cooper was under his mistress' spell." "I don't blame Maeve for running away anymore. If I were her, I wouldn't even last a day having to deal with such a two-faced bitch daily." "She's got a smoking hot body. I mean, I get why Mr. Cooper was under her spell and even deserted his fiancee…" Austin's expression was extremely grim at that point. He ordered the security team to maintain order, then dashed out of the hotel in a frenzy, desperately searching for any sign of me.

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

He was splayed half-naked on the table, his glasses blurred, his body bluish-pale, with the morgue tag swaying on his feet like a death stamp. Black fire brimmed in Ghost’s chest, the memories haunting like the grim reaper. This wasn’t part of the plan. Ghost shouldn’t be doing this, because he had a link to Black Day. But Ghost needed a bait, someone to fan the flames. And when the time comes, Ghost’d burn them all. “Core’s temperature stabilized at thirty-two point seven,” the lead physician murmured. “We’re good to start the reversal.” Ghost snatched the tag from his feet before ordering. “Start the awakening process.”

No matter how shattered he was on the inside, he must never mess up his comeback song, "Whisper of the Silence" He had penned it for Clover, pouring all his unspoken feelings and thoughts into the song. Shortly after Brandon left the room to deal with some tasks, someone knocked on the door. "Come in," Kyle said. "Kyle," Stella called as she stepped in. She sounded hesitant as if she was afraid he would chase her away. Ever since what happened at his house that day, when she confessed her love and wanted to kiss him, she had never seen him again, until now. Her hair was spritzed in red, and a maroon glittering star was drawn at the corner of her left eye. "I'm glad you're finally back on sta