Ghosts Book Summary Novels & Stories

It was just noise so I didn’t have to hear myself thinking too loud. People talked about redemption like it was a direction. It wasn’t. It was a luxury. I wasn’t chasing peace. I was chasing finality. And if ghosts wanted to crawl out and test me? Let them. I was done stepping around them. Now, I would be stepping through them. And the thing about stepping through these types of ghosts? They didn’t dissolve…they bled. I leaned back against the headboard and let my head hit the wall harder than necessary. The dull thud rattled through my skull, grounding. My shoulder barked in protest.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

“So what was so important you forgot about breakfast?” “You are,” I answered, and though he looked taken aback, he remained silent. Usually, he’d take the opportunity to flirt and try to say impressive words, but right now, he just watched me. Then I told him everything that had happened last night at the bookstore and how I ended up with the books in my hand. “So you saw a ghost?” he asked with narrowed brows. I shrugged. “I don’t know what I saw, but the woman that gave me these from the store didn’t exist according to the salesgirls, and these books that the woman brought from their store didn’t belong to them.”

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

My breath falters once. I don’t know the name. That should be enough. I steady my breathing and listen. Nothing outside but wind through the trees. Still, I step back. Ghosts don’t keep personal items. They don’t have pasts that can be written down. I open the cover just enough to see the first page. My name is there. Written in a hand I don’t recognize. Footsteps approach. I snap the book shut as the door handle turns.

Levi gets all the attention, and I prefer it that way. “That doesn’t sound very convincing. Have you ever found ectoplasm left behind from this phantom or smelled sulfur?” “How the hell do you even know that? I thought you were a lycan?” Now, I’m sure Everly is hiding something. Why the hell would she know information on how to track or tell if a spirit was around. I know it’s general knowledge, but other supernaturals don’t tend to care about other supernaturals. Ghosts are supernaturals, but they are looked down upon because spirits aren’t meant to stay in the realm. Ghosts can be human or supernatural, but if they are supernatural, they don’t keep their abilities. Spirits belong to Death

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