Ghostwalker Series Novels & Stories

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

“You’re not lying. Then why was the human interested in her?” “They were old friends,” he simply told him. “He didn’t take no for an answer.” Lucifer shook his head. Lowered his sword to the growed, as he looked to be in thought. “How did she set all those souls out of the graveyard?” “She is a Spirit Walker,” he answered. Lucifer whistled, “Damn, I wasn’t going to win. Was I?” With a final look around. He turned at his hips and he was gone. In puff of smoke.

This is an Omnibus! Featuring: Book One: The Lycan King's Perfect Revenge - Tristan and Iris’s Story Book Two: The Lycan King's Blind Mate - Rhys and Thea's Story Book Three: The Lycan King's Cruel Judgment - Jack and Esme's Story Book 1: The night Tristan finds out his beloved wife betrayed him with another man, he's heartbroken but Tristan is a man totally in love with his wife, so he forgives her and begs her to come back to him. But on the night she was supposed to give birth to their child, she chose to commit suicide, killing herself and the unborn baby. Before she died, she told Tristan that she had fallen completely in love with the other man, Ethan and would rather di

Something watching. Our boots slapped through shallow pools of water as Chase led the way, his flashlight trembling slightly despite how hard he tried to hide it. Jax walked beside me—his breathing uneven, his movements still fractured from the echo of my father’s influence. Every now and then, his gaze flicked to something only he seemed to see. We were a trio of ghosts walking deeper into the afterlife. “Shouldn’t even be water down here,” Chase muttered. “This level’s supposed to be sealed.”

"Scouts spotted movement up there. Movement not animals enough to be too controlled and noise not enough to be humans. One of our drones captured this She handed me a small device. The screen flickered to life. Black and white footage played. At first, I saw nothing but trees swaying in the wind. Then something moved. Something tall and fast slid across the frame. Its limbs were too long, too smooth. It had the wrong shape, as though one had taken a human being and stretched it to be just horrible. And it moved without making a sound. "What the hell is that?" I asked. Tyra's jaw clenched. "Ghost units. Artificial trackers built to hunt shifter blood. Remote controlled. They don't eat, don't

Lake asked immediately. "Sort of," I said slowly. "I saw shadows. Movement. But whenever I looked directly, there was nothing there. And at one point, I swear something vanished in smoke." Lake's expression went carefully blank in a way that suggested he knew exactly what I was describing. "A nightwalker," he said quietly. "A what?" "Nightwalkers," he repeated. "They're a type of supernatural that can manipulate shadows, travel through darkness. Andy used them sometimes as scouts or spies. They're almost impossible to track unless you know what you're looking for."

“It’s rather shocking, but I’m telling you the truth.” He shook his head and then leaned against the nearest table and crossed his muscular arms. “The death number in Wild Crawler has been increasing,” he explained. “As a result, some of the corpses weren’t burnt or buried in a timely fashion. Two days ago, two of the guards of the mortuary were attacked. One died and the other was heavily injured. The one who survived reported what happened to him. He told Marley and Alpha Rayden that he’d been attacked by a corpse, only it wasn’t a corpse… it was a moving, breathing entity.”

and then leaves to get to work. I follow Xander down the steps. He turns right when we reach the second floor and waves as I continue down. I step through the patio door and begin to undress and place my clothes in a drawstring bag and then secure the bag around my neck before shifting. My wolf, Ghost is the perfect predator. His fur is white as snow, his eyes a piercing blue. His appearance lures people in with a false sense of security, but what you don't see from his appearance is the hidden monster within. Ghost is a vicious hunter and an even more vicious protector. Even some of our pack members cower at the sight of him in training.

“So he doesn’t know we’re coming?” Gray shakes his head. “No.” “Do you really think that’s the smartest idea?” Ice asks. “He’s not going to know who we are or that we’re purebloods. How do you know he’s not going to kill us as soon as we step foot on his territory?” “Because he has wolves guarding the borders,” Bo answers. “And because you’ll be escorted there by a friend of mine who knows him. I set everything up, he may already know you are coming, but we don’t know for sure.”

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.