Ghosts Of Reach Novels & Stories

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

“No more memories. Only the name. Only the song.” “Copy,” Jason says. He threads the name through the core of the web. The web screams without sound. The entire labyrinth tilts. “Easy,” Ben says. “Easy…” “It’s opening,” Jason says. “I can see the core now. It’s… small. Bright. Like an ember.” “Ghost,” Leah says, “do you feel that?” “I feel… warm,” Ghost says, confused. “I forgot warm.” “It’s you,” Leah says. “It’s the part that hurts when you’re gone because it’s the part we love.”

As we stood in the quiet of the mother world, Toby’s voice crackled through the long-range link from the Grand Navigator’s vessel. "Mom! Dad! You need to see this," Toby said, his voice filled with a frantic, adventurous excitement. "I’m at the edge of the Andromeda Reach. The First Gate didn't just lead to the core. It’s a network. I’m picking up a signal from outside the galaxy. It’s rhythmic. It’s sixty beats per minute."

he whispered against my mouth. As the Phantoms began to move down the ridge, their red taillights forming a long, winding snake of fire through the mountain passes, I looked out at the Pacific. The water was black, cold, and silent, hiding the remains of the yacht and the secrets of the Board. The "New Blood Reign" wasn't a title we had stolen; it was a debt we were paying in advance to the dark.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

Feeling surprised and overwhelmed, she carefully cleaned her nose and decided it was best to go home. Rex, concerned about her well-being, felt the need to speak with her. However, Natasha took some pain relief pills and drifted off to bed. The next morning, she abruptly woke up from a nightmare about her mother's cause of death. She vividly remembered her mother slipping on the staircase when she was only nine years old, resulting in her sudden demise.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

It was woven from the hatred of countless wrongful deaths, stray threads of leaking chaotic energy, and the ancient malice locked beneath long-forgotten seals. When it thickened, faint faces would surface in the gray. There was a white-haired elder, a broad-shouldered man twisted in agony, a woman in tattered robes, and a child that wouldn't stop crying. They writhed and reached out with pale, grasping hands toward anyone who passed, their mouths stretched open in piercing, soundless screams. But the moment any of them drifted within arm's reach of Landon, the heavenly energy around him burned them into nothing on contact. These were the ghosts of everyone who had ever trespassed on Grief Pe

“Like how we help send your ghost stalker to the other side so he can rest in peace.” “He’s not my stalker, and if he is a ghost, why is he haunting me? I have never seen him before in my life.” I thought back to every guy I had ever encountered up to this point. “Are you sure you haven’t? Like at a camp or something?” Cal had a look on her face like she was trying to remember him for me.

Almost immediately, something in her expression changed, as if she sensed there was still more. “But what else, Alex?” Her voice, soft yet urgent, reflected her cautious nature and her need to know everything—to understand. She couldn’t relax without the whole truth, no matter how terrifying it might be. Alex fell silent for a moment, staring at the ground as if the words were hard to say. Finally, he sighed and lifted his gaze, his seriousness making it clear that what he was about to say wasn’t something he had wanted to share. “Last night, I had an unexpected visitor,” he murmured, keeping his eyes fixed on Scarlett. “Zafira. The gorgon who tried to drown you.”