Ghosts Age Rating Novels & Stories

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.

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

My heart stopped. "No... no..." I scrambled across the ground, desperately gathering Chloe's ashes with shaking hands. "Waaah! Mommy, it hurts!" Grace rushed over and pulled David into her arms. Her eyes filled with tears. When she looked at me again, her gaze was pure venom. "Selena, no matter what happened, you shouldn't touch a child. He's just a little boy. "Besides, why keep pretending? Richard already knows this funeral is fake. Who even knows what's inside that thing?"

he says after recovering from his laugh. "Shut up, it's past midnight " "Come on I'll carry you if you're scared " he crouch down the ground. I shake my head profusely at his idea. "No no, what if the Ghost is behind me," I say shaking my head. Liam looks like he's in for another round of laughter but my glare stops him. "Scarlet you're 16 years old and you are still scared of something you can't touch or see?" He questions me like I am being ridiculous.

Both Jason and Marilyn says at the same time and her breath hitches. “But, how?” She asks. She is clearly confused. “It can’t be possible, that was fifty years ago.” “Yes, that’s true. The fifty years ago part, not the impossible. I’m older than I look.” Jason smiles and wiggles his eyebrows. So Jason is also a ghost? Okay? What’s next? I’m going to be a ghost now? This keeps getting more confusing. So every guy that I have actually fell something for is a ghost? I am going to need more than therapy when all this is over, if it would even be.

"Is this Ghost when she was a puppy?" Danica asks. Ghost jumps up at the mention of her name. Danica is looking at the picture frames in the hallway. "Yeah, that's what she looked like when Jay brought her home. She's four now," I nod. Ghost runs down the stairs and starts to bark wanting to go outside. The sound of her bark makes Danica jumpy. Her eyes flare a deep almost red amber. The eyes of a wolf who's familiar with killing. "You'll get used to it,"

Larin strolled from the door they’d entered and drew one last symbol on the door as they left. “Are you referring to spirits of my ancestors? Like as in ghosts haunting the crypt?” Evan couldn’t believe what he heard. He’d never seen or felt a spirit around him here. But this something he’d not considered. “Are ghosts even real? Why haven’t I ever seen a ghost?” “You were young when last you were here. If you saw one, then you might not have recognised it as a ghost. Many children don’t process a ghost like an adult does. It’s simply another new being in their world.”

"Elle, you need to see this.” Ghost calls out. I push the knife a little harder into the Collector’s shoulder before jumping to my feet. I give him one last look before turning my back on him. His fingers have stopped twitching; even if I take the knife out, the damage is most likely permanent, and he’s no threat to me anymore. I see Ghost has walked behind the counter; he has a computer in front of him and the glow of the screen is lighting him up, making him look like some kind of otherworldly ghost. I kind of get the name but it seems more like a punishment to me, like his parents judged him on how he looked when he was born and decided to brand him with the name forever.

Nonetheless, he listened to her for a while to see where things would go from this. “You know, all children with pure eyes can see what a naked eye cannot.” The white lady stated, “But there are some people who can, even though they are past the younger age limit or have innocent minds. There are some ghosts who tried to look for them for help, but most of them are scared of us, and the rest failed to help us. Some even made it worse.” “That is why we cannot believe the reapers this time tried to make a deal that benefits both parties.” The other ghosts shrugged.

I silently speak to my wolf. "Drama queen," he sends back. I shake my head. Asshole. "What if the new girl is our mate?" Ghosts asks. I can sense his hope and his underlying loneliness. I felt bad for him. Most Alpha's have found their mates by the age of twenty at the latest. Here we are twenty-three years old, and we still haven't found ours. Maybe this is my punishment for enacting revenge on my uncle. Hearing my thoughts Ghost chimes in, "No punishment for protecting the pack. Our mate is out there. I feel it."