Ghostwalker Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

He quickly flicked around steadying his Akdal Ghost TR01 and ready to pull the trigger but there was no one. As he turned around to continue, he started hearing footsteps coming from behind. When he turns, he could see no one. This got him worried. Werewolves’ movement can be so weird at times that a victim will be flicked to death before the actual death comes. He’s certain he’s after werewolves but he’s beginning to doubt if he was going after a ghost.

The air grew colder as we went deeper, and I felt the pressure change in my ears. The Grief Weaver was in the back storage room. I saw the threads first—thin, gossamer strands that stretched from floor to ceiling like a spider’s web, glowing faintly in the dim light. They pulsed with a slow, rhythmic movement, expanding and contracting like lungs. The host was in the center, suspended three feet off the ground, wrapped so tightly in the threads that I couldn’t see their face. But I could hear them breathing. “Male, mid-forties,” Whitney whispered. “The anomaly’s been feeding on his grief for months. He lost his daughter in the Hollow District collapse last year.”

My parents' thoughts were audible to me while they gave their next orders. The wolves advanced toward the pack house as a group, driving the rogues away from our direction. "Willow is awake," Ghost whispered, but I sensed he was hiding something significant from me. Before I could ask what, a group of rogues tackled us to the ground and grabbed Ghost's hind leg. Ghosts wailed in agony as we struggled to fight them off. With some effort, he was able to free his leg and get to his feet again. Four of them stood in the way of reaching Sarah.

If he wasn't, his frantic, hungry actions were a far cry from the glacial, composed Grant Walker I saw at the Walker Enterprises Tower. I felt like the one who had been drinking. My pulse was a frantic drumbeat in my ears, the ceiling of the Walker Ridge Estate seeming to sway above me. Eventually, the sensory overload became too much. My gaze locked onto the 0825 etched into his collarbone—the mark of a ghost I couldn't compete with. In a flash of desperate defiance, I leaned in and bit down hard right on the numbers. Grant let out a sharp, jagged breath and went still.

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.

- Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm " Ahhhh...ahhhhh" Screams echo in the silent hallways of the werewolf castle. Emerging from behind the closed door where the light of everyone's eyes laid. Her voice made every soul that stood outside the door tremble. Silas's hands were tightly clenched with Emaa's. Volkan was seated with his head in his hand, Grace's hand on his shoulder, while Thora had her eyes closed. Praying to the goddess of the werewolves. While the little kids, Rose and Hades were upstairs in their room, playing. Unaware and kept uninformed of the events going on in the castle. " Push my dear! Push! Come on!" A woman speaks with one hand restin

Walker growled, “You’re testing me, you son of a bitch, and no one fucks with what is mine.” “Yours? Word has it she’s nothing to you, Walker. What’s a little poor bitch from Weeping Willow got going on with you? Nothing. You’ll be happy to see her go just like everyone else.” Walker’s eyes turned and two of the men standing guard next to him were easily taken down by his ability to fight dirty. Pulling a knife from his boot, Walker moved forward at his vampiric speed and cut a slash right down the middle of another Rager’s shirt—almost slicing him open.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

Whatever my father has become, whatever he’s done, I won’t let it touch her. I won’t let it touch them. I pick up my phone again, fingers steady now. If Gustavo Wilder is alive… If he’s moving pieces in the dark… Then I need to know why. And how far it goes. Because the bloodline ghost haunting my past just stepped into my present. And I have a feeling… This is only the beginning.