Ghosted Series Novels & Stories

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

Hex is fine, the rest of them too, but they aren’t her. Silence sits between us for a while. Ghost doesn’t move, just keeps his eyes locked on me until his glare softens. Then his gaze drags lower, sliding down my body, and I shift without thinking, pressing my thighs together. “I’m so fucking you again right now,” he mutters, pushing up from the couch. But his phone rings again. He checks it, then lifts his eyes at me like he already knows I’ll make trouble. “Red.” He answers and hits speaker.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

She hops off the bed and goes to find her stupid phone. I put my arm behind my head and sigh. My mind wanders and it's actually shocking that I don't pass out from being so tired. But there is something that’s been bugging me… I shoot up when I realize Ghost wasn’t here tonight. I rub my hand over my beard and shake my head. Pulling my phone out, I pull up Ghost’s name. Me: Are you with Mags?!? Like WITH her??

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.

Ryder would go insane if he heard this. With no second thought, Giveon morphed into his werewolf form, disappearing into the dark woods. Tomorrow, he will be returning to the pack to drop the big news. * "Get inside," Ghost ordered sternly, holding the door of his apartment open. Still, in tears, Ciara slowly walked in. She recalled waking up here weeks ago. Never had she thought she would be back here again. "Sergio–" Ghost began, with a hoarse voice, "Did he touch you? Did he fuck you?" He added, spelling it all out.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

"Hmm! Good! Felix boi. You know that Ghost Busters never post any fake content. We are known for our genuine content. It's totally against our rules to show any fake content to the public. And, for few months, wherever we investigated, we just didn't get any shreds of evidence and much to show to the public. This not only made our viewers disinterested but they started getting bored. And, if this keeps going on then..." "I see! Then? You didn't come up with any solution?" "You think there's any solution Felix boi? It's against our rules to show any fake content. What can we do else? Our continuous downfall of the viewers has made the channel reconsider our show. Ghost Busters was the show cr