Ghosts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Soon they are all drunk. Ghost was the first to teeter to her feet. She caught herself on the back of her chair before she fell. “I'm going to my room" she said, staggering away. But instead of going to her room, she went straight to Hacker’s. Ghost stumbled through the door, her eyes fixed on Hacker who was playing a game as usual. She eyed him with a mixture of accusation and desire. "You're always avoiding me, Hacker," she slurred, her voice thick and husky.

"Shift! The both of you!" I retreated with difficulty—I wasn't done protecting what was mine! "Now!" Emily roared with so much authority that Ghost whimpered inside my mind. "Mate looks...." Ghost muttered like a scared puppy and quickly retreated to the depths of my mind. Was he scared? My gaze caught Emily's, and my blood ran cold in my veins. Crap, was I in trouble? ****

She just looked back at him expressionlessly. Her gaze felt like a lance. It pierced through his chest, shredding his heart as it twisted inside of him. He said again, “Don’t you worry. Even if ghosts really exist, they will only come straight to me. It has nothing to do with you, so why the hell are you doing this to yourself?”

he announced calling off their nine to ten years relationship off just because of a silly argument caused by Red. He walked out on her without waiting to hear a word from her mouth. She was mad at herself for being so foolish and wished to turn the clock back but it was too late. Jack is gone. She thought inwardly as tears rolled down her eyes.

He unlocked the door but shut it. While under the shower, he ran through how it will all play out in his head. He won't allow that ghost to touch him again. Once he sets his eyes on her, he is so calling her name and let her be gone. If he can successfully free himself from this girl or ghost, he will give skirt-chasing a hard break. Lost in introspect, he was brought back to his living nightmare by a soft knock on the door. He kept quiet waiting to be sure it wasn't in his head. The knock came again, this time louder.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

The woman he had been engaged to marry. I had known her name before I ever met Ethan. Everyone in Blackwater had. She was part of the pack’s history, frozen in time as the fiancée who disappeared, the loss that had never been resolved. Seeing her now, broken and breathing, felt like a ghost stepping out of the past and demanding to be acknowledged. Vanessa stirred. Her lashes fluttered, then lifted slowly. Her eyes focused with effort, scanning the room until they landed on Ethan. Her breath caught. A sound escaped her that was half sob and half gasp.

"She was eaten by the cold. She was shredded by the briars. She was erased by the silence of a mate who didn't want her." "I wanted you, Lyra," Silas whispered, leaning forward into the candlelight. "I was a fool, and I was a coward, but I never stopped wanting you. The bond... it didn't go away. It just turned into a ghost that haunted every room I walked into." "A ghost is easy to ignore, Silas. You did it for three years."