Ghosts That We Knew Novels & Stories

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

“I’m starting to think we should’ve stayed by the fire.” Sienna glanced at me. “What did you see?” I hesitated before answering. “A ghost from the past.” The Shadowlands were testing us. And this was only the beginning.

Then: THEY’RE COMING. Callum stepped beside me. “Then we don’t run,” he said. “No,” I agreed. “This time, we fight.” And together, we began to prepare. Because they hadn’t just found us. They’d awakened something far more dangerous: Two ghosts with nothing left to lose. And everything still worth saving.

Unless. My mind raced with the implications. Only one type of enemy could hide their scent so effectively: trained assassins. The kind who knew how to erase their trail, who knew how to hunt werewolves. A chill ran down my spine. I'd faced many foes, but never ones this skilled. "Damn it," I growled, my eyes scanning my surroundings with renewed urgency. Who were these ghosts? And what did they want from me?

For all we’d nearly lost again. For all the versions of me that had screamed in the dark and the one who finally screamed back. But far away, beyond the mountains and the fog, something stirred. Something seemed awkward. Because where one Revenant falls, a thousand ghosts remember. And they were beginning to wake.

Left behind. A ghost had taken it from us. And I had no idea if we'd ever get it back.

But as I look down at the twins one with my eyes, one with his I know I couldn’t have. Because ghosts don’t stay buried. And some secrets… aren’t meant to be kept forever.

As if nothing had happened, no one could even remember, why or what they were doing at such a place. Everyone who didn't belong in Greenville left Greenville, just like that they all left without remembering a single thing. However for those who lost their families and more were given families, the memories of those who died had been erased, not even a as much as a picture or photo of them remained, the calamity caused by Donald was erased in not less than a minute. The people now had an opportunity to restart, as for the ghosts, at that moment, they slowly ascended as well.

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

Hael’s P.O.V. The entire ride back to the clinic, I could hear Arianna’s voice in my head. I met a ghost. A ghost. Ghost. I’d killed more people than I cared to remember. Some I had to search for, traveling across this wasteland of an earth, while others were brought to me. So many left this world at my hands, had their last breath in my vicinity, uttered their pathetic goodbyes for my ears alone, but I had only ever met one ghost.