Ghostwalker Series Novels & Stories

"Report from the Swiss border. Near the Havenfall outskirts. Sightings of a man and a child. Both matching the 'Ghost' profile." My head snapped up. In the three years since the cabin burned, every lead on a "Ghost"—the rare, high-value targets the Cole family hunts—had been a dead end. I’d started to think Zack was the last of that lineage. But I couldn't bring myself to burn the files.

“Whatever we do, whatever happens – he stays safe.” “Of course, sir.” Across town, in the Blackwood mansion, a different scene was unfolding. Serena Blackwood’s anger was evident as she smashed a crystal object, the sound reverberating through the room. “How dare you even come here!” A glass shattered against the wall, its shards falling around the person kneeling in front of her. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” Ghost whispered, blood trickling from where the glass had cut his cheek. The professional killer – the best money could buy – looked pathetically small under Serena’s wrath.

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

High above, on the ridge of the ravine, a nightmare crested the horizon. It was a Purge Walker—a bipedal tank designed for hunting Highbloods in the broken terrain of the Wastes. It moved with a jerky, insectoid grace, hydraulic pistons hissing with every step. It was a silhouette of black iron against the purple sky, a monolith of death. A beam of white light sliced through the darkness. It swept the canyon floor, cutting through the steam I had released. The light was blinding, physical in its intensity. It washed over the rocks, hunting, dissecting the shadows.

Kaelen commanded. The Shadow-Guards fanned out, their shields overlapping. From the alleyways, the Grey-Walkers drifted out in silence. They didn't use swords; they lunged with fingers that looked like sharpened quills. I watched in horror as a Shadow-Guard to my left was touched by a Grey-Walker’s shroud. He didn't bleed. He simply turned grey. His armor, his horse, and his face faded into a dull, charcoal sketch before dissolving into a pile of fine ash.

He shrugs his shoulder and gets inside the house. *** "Where are they now?" Accalia asks immediately when she gets into the underground office of her uncle. "They're moving to different places," Lycano said while showing Accalia the photos he got from his own CCTV and special cameras that can detect werewolves from miles. Several werewolves are now wandering to a different place near the dark alley. No one can't seem to know that they are on the rooftop of their houses, in their backyard, and on a dark street.

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

Dave warned his little sister, walking away. "I'd never allow Loki to treat me like that." She whispered walking to her room. Needing a drink, Lucas headed to a bar in Lunari lands, Lucas was on his 3rd whiskey. His eyes burning into his drink, as if it would burst into flames at his will. Anyone who walked by and looked at him, could see the gears in his head turning, and left him alone, aside from one wolf, a ghost wolf from his past and present, left him alone.