Ghostbusters: Afterlife Phoebe Novels & Stories

He left with Dad. Phoebe I smiled to myself as I walked out of the house. It is good to have her back. I thought she was going to die when I saw her lifeless body yesterday. I am relieved she is now okay. I got into the car, I drove off. At School. I came down graciously from the car, I walked into the compound, humming a song. "Phoebe!". I heard Sean's familiar voice. I stopped on my track waiting for him to come nearer to me.

“First of all, her blood sample reveals she’s a hybrid; born of a human parent and a werewolf parent.” “I know. What else?” “There’s a strong presence of phencyclidine in her blood.” “What’s that?” I asked. “Phencyclidine is a dissociative anesthetic known for its mind-altering effects such as hallucinations, distorted perception of sounds and violent behavior to mention but a few.” Silence fell into the room as I recalled what the spy sent to the hamlet reported last night, about hearing a female possibly my mate screaming. “Is there anything else?” I asked.

"Alva, is he...is he dead? Did he die?" "Phoebe, who are you talking about?" Alva's heart skipped a beat at the mention of death. Everything had seemed fine just a moment ago—how had things turned so grim? "Him. He's...he's dead." Phoebe's entire body shook, her teeth chattering. Her gaze was clouded, and the brightness in her eyes had faded into a dull haze. Alva immediately wrapped her arms around Phoebe's trembling frame, trying to comfort her while piecing things together.

I sighed, not ready to talk to anyone, not even my sister. I switched off my phone and set it aside. "I'm really sorry, Wendy and Lexi," I whispered to myself, "but please, just… just wait." As I gazed at Xavier's motionless form, a soft whisper pierced the air: "Alice." I turned to see Phoebe standing tall, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. Her lab coat was wrapped tightly around her, her hands tucked into the pockets. "What are you doing here, Phoebe?" I demanded, my voice low and even, but laced with a hint of warning.

she breathed out “what I am said is the truth, your child is alive” That fear in my heart came on again, fear of me having hope that she was telling the truth Yet I knew that she was wrong, I saw the dead child myself “What you’re saying is nonsense Phoebe, you were there when we buried my son” Phoebe looked thoroughly ashamed to say the next word “the male child you buried was mine and the female child you held in your arms thinking she was mine, was actually yours” her head was lowered as she spoke I fell back on my chair like a lifeless doll

An hour ago, he was still sitting at his desk anxiously thinking about Angel. He couldn't contact her at all since yesterday. Angel ignored all his calls. Xander intended to meet Angel at her apartment after he finished his work. But an hour later, when Xander was about to go to Angel's apartment, his cell phone suddenly rang. Phoebe's mother called him. She said that Phoebe had been rushed to the hospital that afternoon because she had tried to commit suicide. The maid at her house found Phoebe locked herself in her car with charcoal briquettes next to the seat.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a