Ghostwalker Series Novels & Stories

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.

I got it. We watched as Jones walked to his car, a raised Hummer that screamed narcissistic personality disorder. He hefted his overweight body into the driver’s seat and churned the engine over, letting it roar to life. I sat back on my heels and watched him drive away, two dark Lycan shadows following him. I stood up and stretched. “Jones is gone for the night, and no one is guarding the grounds. Let’s move up the timetable and search his office. I have everything we’ll need. I brought it just in case.”

The office felt too small with all of us inside, Ciara’s brothers, Salvatore, Wolf leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Ciara stood beside me, her presence grounding even with the tension still humming between us from the hallway. The door opened, and Wolf stepped in, guiding Ghost forward like he was herding a distracted kid. Ghost had three phones in his hands, two cords hanging from his pocket, and a look on his face that said he hadn’t slept in… ever.

“The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.” “No one knows what I am except those who were there that night, Doc, and now my father.” “Fuck.” Ghost looked out the window, processing my claim. He took out his phone and called Cyrus. “You know of our incident last night? Right. Activate Hacker. Someone betrayed us.” He threw the phone on the bed. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Not keeping you safe.” He wrapped his arms around me, a little less angry. “I don’t understand the burns on the lawn.”

Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck echoed the tectonic frustration in my marrow. The stone jaw they had "stabilized" felt like a muzzle. I looked at the white-robed Watchers drifting through the trees. They were so thin, their skin like frosted glass, their movements lacking the heavy, muscular intent of the wolves I had known. They weren't shifters anymore; they were ghosts who had traded their teeth for a longer sunset. "You’re staring, Mother," a voice hummed.

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

I let my wolf know because the Gray wolf looked like he was tired and barely holding on With a few more hits and growling, Ghost had the gray wolf under his paw, not wasting time he bit down hard and deep on the wolf's neck before ripping his throat off. Pulling off him, Ghost gave me control standing there. We watched as the gray wolf took his last breath.

Jace continued, “they never touch the door. They convince the building to fall down on its own.” Elena’s jaw tightened. That phrasing hit too close to home. “That’s Phantom Wolf,” she said quietly. Jace swallowed. He nodded, eyes never leaving the screen. “Yeah. That’s what I figured.” He dug further, bypassing financial networks entirely, chasing behavioral echoes instead. Old server routes. Dead infrastructure. Ghost protocols that should’ve been obsolete years ago. Still nothing concrete. “No ID,” Jace said after several long minutes. “No current face. No clean access points. Whoever this is, they’ve been planning to be untraceable for a long time.”

“Velma, you don't understand. The sun is gone. It's the time of the moon now and the Fangtastic Forest is not safe for werewolves, much less humans. The night walkers are out now.” “Fuck! I forgot about them,” Nigel cursed. “Night Walkers are vampires who can't walk in the sun, so they hunt at nights,” Miranda declared, and again Lazarus was impressed. “So now you all see why you have to spend the night here?” Lazarus said this looking directly on Velma, whose face was so red she had to turn her eyes on the floor. “OK that’s the smart thing to do,” Valko added.