Ghosted 3 Novels & Stories

Lowen was a little bit confused, he said: “Haven’t that captains turned up?” Pure shook her head: “I haven’t seen them yet. I think they will be here soon, we should go to the meeting room first and wait for them.” All agreed. Inside Infinite Space: The sweet and lovely pink clouds like cotton candy, carrying a faint scent, slowly hung in the blue sky. The colorful trees, carrying different shapes, were swaying in the gentle wind. In the endless sky, there were three big stars and a lot of small stars also. The giant Star was like a fire, this is the Sun of Infinite Space

This couldn’t be true, couldn’t be real. I had to be in a trance or something because I couldn’t be dead. Ghost promised to keep me safe and not let anything happen to me until we achieved our goal of vengeance. Speaking of Ghost, I quickly mind-linked her, but it didn’t work, and all I got was silence. This was strange. I knew she wasn’t the type to respond, but she always made a sound to let me know she was listening, but this time there was nothing but silence.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

TENANT GROUP CHAT: 2D (Luca): oh look the newlyweds are online 3A (Ester): does that mean they survived 4C: if they start knocking boots during the storm I am using earplugs I swear to god Ember nearly threw her phone across the room. “Ghost,” she hissed, “fix this.” He leaned over her shoulder just far enough to read the screen. “No,” he said simply. She stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “No?” Another message pinged. Luca: did he carry you bridal style or what

I called. Straight to voicemail. Again. Again. The third time, her phone was off. My heart was crashing inside my chest. I couldn’t breathe. I called Macey again. “Have you seen her?” I asked, voice raw. “No. Wait… What’s going on?” “She’s gone.” “What do you mean, ‘gone’?” “She left a note. Said she needed space. Now she’s ghosted. Her phone’s off.” “Shit,” she whispered. “I’ll try calling her too.”

He talks for a rushed second. His voice is barely audible from where I'm standing, but enough to catch most of the key words. "Ghost...patrol...three bitten already." Three. Bitten? But what surprises me more is when Ezra nods and goes by himself, out the doors of the Arena. My face instantly pales ashen. Was he crazy? Three bitten people meant three entirely new Ghosts, if no one had killed them during their shifting stage. Four, counting the one that had infected them all.

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

One by one, the results populated the screen. Three profiles. Only three. Ghost blinked. “That’s… weird. I expected more.” Finn frowned. “Me too.” Cedric leaned in. “Who do we have?” Ghost pointed to the first profile. “Hector Marquez Jr. Age thirteen.” Cormac snorted. “Not him.” Ghost clicked the second. “Hector Marquez III. Age three.” Cedric rolled his eyes. “Definitely not him.” Ghost opened the third file.

My phone beeps in my pocket and I take it out and look at it just before walking into the compound. Ghost: Here. She's asleep. I push my phone back into my pocket without responding. I had left Abby with Ghost since I was needed at church. Ghost wouldn't be the only brother missing today. Ghost was one of our prospects but was patched in a year ago. He's got some demons stronger than mine, but he's made amends with them. The kill with bare hands type of amends.