Ghost Whisperer Reboot Novels & Stories

She napped herself out of her fantasy She took off her shoes and snuck quietly into the living room careful not to bang the door, But when she turned around and her eyes met with three other pairs, two of them shinning with anticipation while the other scowled with spurn, her plan of making a quiet entrance went up in smoke. “Hello everyone,” Amanda grimaced “It smells like a walk of shame in here,” Barack sniffed the air dramatically, while Angela and Mercy broke into peals of laughter. “Tit tat,” Barack clucked his tongue contemptuously “I knew you had a concealed schema, I revoke your sainthood,” he chimed in as he took the flip flops from her.

Her limbs no longer obeyed her. And then, all she heard was the faint thud of her own body hitting the ground. If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I? She fought to keep her eyes open, but her vision was already blurring. Through the haze, she caught sight of a little girl crying…a flash of white dress, a blur of red roses swirling before her eyes. The sounds of sobs and screams grew louder, echoing all around her, until everything faded into darkness.

I shake my head and begin to remove some of the weeds. I hear a commotion in the foyer and stand, wiping my hands on my pants and start to walk towards the doors and hear Martin yelling at someone, I shake my head thinking why is he even here, I haven’t seen him in over a year since Georgia died. I hear a smack and that’s when I run towards the doors and stand frozen. Whisper stands there her eyes are blazing pure silver and Martin is floating in the air, her voice is loud as it booms out, “you dare to strike me, you dare to think your power is greater than the one I carry.” I step inside and grab Martin, I glare at Whisper, “release him or feel my wrath.”

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

I stopped in my tracks the sextant was floating near my chest, a foreboding feeling made me agree to Eclaireuse's suggestion, whatever it is that lives deeper from this point, I am not ready to encounter such creatures. I turned back and made my way out of the abyss, out from this horrifying mist. The whispers cursed at me for my cowardice, for my inability to go deeper, but I did not mind them. Thanks to Eclaireuse's bubble, the whispers did not affect the way of my thinking, they only produced an annoying buzz inside my head. The journey out of the miasma this time was thankfully uneventful. It may be due to Eclaireuse's bubble or because of what just happened a week prior when the being t

Something about what happened yesterday might hold the answers I need. I got to my room, opened my laptop, and started digging. Rebirth. Reincarnation. Spiritual transfers. All the weird stuff I used to roll my eyes at right before I moved here. I never believed in any of this bullshit, now I want them to be true, real and to work long enough for me to bring Echo back. About twenty minutes in, my phone started ringing. Laura... I sighed. Not her. Shes the very last person I wanted to speak to and hear from after what happened between us and how much it hurt Echo, I had no interest in opening that can of regret again. I ignored the first call. Then the second. Then the third.

"The Nineteenth Cycle didn't end with a death, Darlene. It ended with a System-Restore, and your first execution is the one who just Woke up in the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Second Layer." I looked at Eryx, my heart stopping as I realized the final, staggering betrayal: every monster I had ever killed, every ghost I had ever laid to rest, was being "Re-Booted" by the Loom to serve as the Guardians of the Next Four Hundred Layers. "Silas," I whispered, the name tasting like cold ash.

"The Board is gone, Dax. But the debts remain. And I’ve come to collect." Dax didn't move. He didn't defend me, and he didn't pull away from her touch. He looked like a man who had just seen a ghost he thought he’d buried a lifetime ago. "The reboot didn't just free the ghosts, Mia," Dax said, finally looking at me, his eyes full of a sudden, terrifying conflict. "It brought back the things we were running from long before we ever met." The romance of the morning shattered. The Reborn World was beautiful, but as Sienna leaned in and whispered something into Dax’s ear that made him flinch, I realized the war wasn't over. It had just moved from the servers to the heart.

The fire struck the rotting velvet drapes, incinerating them instantly, but the chuckle only grew louder, more distorted. “Run to your Isle of Whispers,” the recording hissed as it began to fade, the magic sustaining it unraveling into oily soot. “Follow the ghost of a mother who couldn't even save herself. By the time you reach the shores, the transformation will be complete. The shadow will have its queen.” The silence that followed was deafening. The only sound left was the ragged breathing of the three survivors and the rhythmic drip…drip…drip of the rain through the shattered ceiling.