Ghosts Of Reach Novels & Stories

“Scarlett… don’t let him win.” I nodded, swallowing hard, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The weight of her words pressed into me like stone. Outside, the black sedan waited, unmarked and humming. Reilly climbed in with us, driving through silent streets, the city sleeping under a blanket of fog. When we arrived at Ghost Harbor, the air was sharp with salt and cold. The docks stretched ahead, creaking under the wind. A few lights flickered, casting long shadows that danced across the water like wraiths.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Rising up from the glow are figures, somehow standing on the water and walking toward us. Layla gasps, and as the figures get closer, I do too. Standing before me, their bodies made entirely out of a slivery lunar glow, are Caleb and my parents. Other figures appear, people I don’t recognize, and they approach Nash, or Layla, or Arnold. There seems to be someone here for everyone, and I hear muffled cries of overwhelmed joy as all my pack members here on the beach seem to be reunited with the spirits of lost loved ones.

They walked into the darkness of the tunnels, heading deeper, toward the warning signs that read RADIATION HAZARD: DO NOT ENTER. As they crossed the threshold into the Dead Zone, Ren looked back one last time at the lights of the city above. The Citadel spire glowed in the distance—a beacon of wealth and power, piercing the smog. Somewhere up there, the Admin was watching a screen, wondering how a squad of three glitches had defeated a heavily armed hit team. "We're coming for you," Ren whispered to the spire. "And we're bringing the ghosts with us." He turned his back on the light and walked into the dark.

“They can sense a non ghost, though. That’s why we must be careful. Even if they can’t see you, they can find you.” “And the others too.” I groaned. “And we have no idea where they are.” “We will find them, Zelda, don’t worry.” Penn assured me. “Gwenna, Agaras, may I ask...is this all there is in the afterlife? Is there a Twilight Nexus or Ravaged Hollow?” “Of course there is!” Gwenna exclaimed. “This is merely a bridge to those worlds. That’s why many ghosts move with urgency.” “Well you guys died decades ago why aren’t you already there?” I asked.

As I looked out over Blackwater territory, scarred but standing, one truth settled deep in my bones. We were rebuilding on a battlefield that had never truly gone cold. And somewhere, Subject Zero was still watching.

And every ghost Hot Springs ever buried standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the living. I raise my right hand. The first Vinča symbol still hasn’t appeared on my skin, but tonight I don’t need it. Tonight I have something better. I have people. Celeste (voice calm, carrying across the ridge): “You want my face?” I smile, fangs out, bloodstone blazing like a second moon. Celeste: “Come take it.” The Hollow Choir charges. The valley answers. Coyotes in full war-form tear into the front line. Ghost tommy guns sing in perfect 1920s harmony.

It was as if he didn’t know they were there, or didn’t care. When they reached the hitching post in front of the mess house, Roy hopped off his horse with his hand extended. “It’s good you’re back,” Adam said as he shook Roy’s hand. Roy gave Jackson a curious look. “Ya seem a little green. Are ya feelin’ okay?” Mike took the reins of Roy’s horse. “He’s just realized that this place is haunted.” Roy raised a brow as he looked from one person to the next. “Good thing I brought the medicine man with me.”

He did not want to dishearten his daughter, he was edgy; hauled out his handset once more and made a quick call to the agency “Uhm, miss, have they left already?” he spoke with a straight, clear deep voice. “They should, be there by now, they are very efficient, perhaps its traffic or they decided to gait, to save money.” Joan spoke with poise, but some qualms could be spotted in her voice. “Agrrrr! Where are they?” Joan chimed out brutally. “Let us hold on, they must be around the corner.” Melina spoke, flicking out her long hair over her shoulder, as she pulled up the collar of her pelt jacket, she cut walked her way inside the house, pushing Owino aside to create a more comfortable space

I couldn't do a thing. Soon, the livestream was cut off due to graphic content. I could still hear my sister's screams echoing in my ears. Adeline smiled—a victorious, satisfied smile. She finally called it off. Her men dragged my sister from the inferno. Adeline grabbed her by the chin, gripping her burnt, reddened face. "Let's see if your heartless brother shows up now. "But my patience is wearing thin. He'd better surface before Nicky and I tie the knot—or the three of you can reunite in the ground."