Ghostwalker Series Novels & Stories

“And if our guy is right, I know that tattoo. It belongs to a group that operates out of an old warehouse near the docks.” I was already yanking open the closet, pulling on the first shirt my fingers brushed against. "How do I get there?” "It’s the warehouse near the docks." He paused, then spoke more quietly, "I’m coming with you." That froze me mid-motion. Walker didn’t do field work. He was what most would call a ghost, a voice on the other end of a line, a shadow that slipped through databases and security feeds without leaving a trace. Him offering to step into the light meant this was worse than I thought. “You sure, Walker?”

The Origin Interceptors The Real Rhys wasn't waiting for the clock. He deployed the Ghost-Hounds. These weren't biological wolves or digital constructs; they were "Remote-Operated" combat drones, piloted by the Origin Corporation’s elite "Black-Ice" hackers. They looked like sleek, chrome spiders, armed with high-frequency "Deletion-Lasers." "They're cutting the nodes!" Jax and Cole screamed, their voices echoing through the city’s smart-audio systems. "The perimeter is shrinking! They're pushing us toward the Origin Tower!"

The warehouse was empty except for two fork lifts and some pallets scattered around the vast open space. The agents proceeded slowly till a high pitch whistle was heard followed by gunfire from several directions. The men immediately dove for cover behind a fork lift and waited for about five seconds when the shooting had stopped, before they raised their heads from their hiding place, but the warehouse was now deserted. “Shit!” Jamal said angrily. They ran to the exit at the other end of the enormous building to find the tail lights of two vehicles disappearing into the night. The Italian Mafia has eluded them again.

A figure stood silhouetted in the doorway, backlit by bright sunlight. As my eyes adjusted, I felt the blood drain from my face. My jaw dropped in shock and horror as I recognized the person standing before me. Mrs. Grey! "Hello, Ms. Clark," she said, her voice cold and sharp as steel. "I think it's time we had a little chat." .

Out here, in the snow-covered wilderness, the world felt open—wild, unpredictable. Ghost, ever vigilant, trotted beside them, his ears alert to every sound. Asha couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could keep her emotions in check. The closer they got to Greywatch Spire, the more she could feel the pull of her people’s legacy. The Soulbone Imprint was more than just a key—it was a weapon, a curse. And she was its keeper. “We need to be careful,” Darian whispered, breaking her thoughts. “If the Blood Pact Beasts are being kept at Greywatch, it’ll be heavily guarded. We’ll need to get in quietly, and we’ll need to find a way to disable their defenses.”

“Finishing what your father started.” “That’s not true.” “Liar,” another wolf snapped. Their voices crashed over each other, rising until fear and anger tangled into something almost feral. “You were seen upstairs before the fire.” “You were at the diner where that enforcer vanished.” “Three wolves missing, one dead, and suddenly you’re walking around with silver in your veins?” “She burned Blackwater once,” Garrett snarled. “She’ll do it again.” My throat tightened. “I didn’t—” Garrett’s fist slammed into my stomach.

Until now. Shifting into drive, I hit the gas a little harder than intended. Gravel tumbles underneath the tires, keeping me from moving for a second before the Volvo takes off. I manage to turn around, easing up on the gas and finally hitting pavement to pass the cemetery gates. It's still pitch black outside but I'm beyond positive it shouldn't be. I've been gone for hours. This is insane. Nothing makes sense. The Watchman. My dead brother-at least I think it's him-back from the dead.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

he said in a low voice. Kalista suddenly had a bad feeling within her. Her heart pounded in her ears as she heard Gregory's next words. "The white haired gentle man isn't human like you think," Gregory whispered. "He is a beast. A bloodthirsty creature called a werewolf. And I think he has a hand in your mother's death" ... Thanks to all those voting. Please continue to vote to support me. Soon, I will start updating two to three chapters daily. You can also check out my other new book, The Alpha's Desire.

Without pausing, he delivered a forceful kick, causing the guard to stumble and collapse onto his unconscious comrade. Returning his blade to its sheath, Anom glanced towards the camp before pivoting and sprinting toward the entrance of the ruins. Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed as the vice leader and two additional guards arrived, alerted by the commotion and giving chase without hesitation. … Anom approached the entrance with caution, his experience as a seasoned thief urging him to exercise prudence. Having encountered various ruins during his travels, he understood the perils that lay within. Ancient civilizations often devised intricate traps that posed challenges even to m