Novel & Cerita Ghosts Book Summary

The altar’s broken shape loomed behind them, cracked stone glowing with unnatural pulses. I gasped. Sarah’s hand found mine. Daniel crouched nearby, silver blade drawn. John’s torch flickered far ahead just a flame swallowed by shadows. David lay before the altar, unconscious. His mark glowed a violent red. The ghosts’ hunger pulsed toward him. Their chant deepened. A voice whispered in my mind, cold as frost: “He remembers. I remember. You belong.” I froze. Sarah tugged me back. “We have to move.” But the ghosts didn’t wait,they surged forward.

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

--- *******************************Mack's POV************************ I had grown used to living with ghosts. Some men buried theirs, pretending they were gone. Mine followed me everywhere—brushing against me when I closed my eyes, sitting silently in rooms where no sound belonged, whispering when the world fell quiet. My sister had been gone for years, yet tonight, in the hushed corridors of Agyis Hotel, it felt as if she had just slipped from the room and might return at any second.

Instead, I grab the nearest chair and hurl it against the wall. The sound of wood splintering is satisfying, but it’s not enough. I grab the next thing—one of my father’s old books, the spine cracking as I throw it across the room. The lamp follows, shattering against the floor. The glass crunches beneath my boots as I pace, my mind screaming, my pulse fucking pounding. Ghost paid them. Ghost set it up. Every fucking time I close my eyes, I see that room. I hear my own voice—pleading, bargaining, fucking desperate. And then I hear his, smooth and calculated, trying to call it off after it was too fucking late.

But the old man also said that in the era of peace, there would never be the wailing of a hundred ghosts again. After all, this is all part of the system, the cycle of life and death, recorded in the books. When it's time to go, one must go. Such deep grudges and grievances that even the ghosts from underground are stirred. Amelia also asked, "But what if we encountered it?" The old man was straightforward and gave her a golden rule: run, run as far as you can. It is not embarrassing to lose, but that is the Hundred Ghosts. Amelia looked up and saw the almost frantic puppet dolls in the air. She had no intention of running away. The opponent was summoning the spirits of their deceased in Ame

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

*”12-04-98. Evie spun the dial. The heavy iron door swung open, revealing a single, thick book bound in black vellum. There were no digital drives here, no cloud backups. This was the Ghost’s Ledger—the physical record of every transaction, every bribe, and every betrayal in the history of the Voss family. She carried the book to the light of the window, her heart hammering against her ribs. As she flipped through the pages, the sheer scale of the corruption took her breath away. But as she reached the most recent entries, her blood turned to ice.

As mum stepped out to do the work with Chris, I whispered to Isabella that we needed to talk. "I know Chris, you have questions about what my dad told you." I stared at her not really that shocked knowing she was a ghost and shrugged off. "As he said, you're not only giving me rest. You are saving me too and the ghosts will be here soon." "Saving you? How? Can you explain?" Before she could say a word, twelve male and female naked figures appeared, cutting her off. "We are here to take our own, brave one," they said together in lightening voices with their eyes having blazes of fire.