Golden Retriever Ghost Novels & Stories

He lifted a finger to signal Vee to wait as he downed the entire bottle. Feeling more flustered than earlier, Vee looked away from Conan and roamed her eyes around the office. She realized that they were not alone when her eyes fell on a black and gold German Shepherd sitting in the corner, looking at her like an unamused police officer. She stiffened a little bit, wondering if the dog was real or a perfect taxidermy, but it wagged its tongue a bit and blinked at her as though letting her know it was alive. It straightened its body and made its collar visible. It had a medallion pendant with the word "Jacket" engraved on it. Vee realized it was the dog's name.

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.

oh Goddess . the scent of her is a delirious mix of smells and emotions and memories: a wild run through pine forests, a plunge into cool water, the mewls of a newborn pup, the madness of the moon's call ... The other two wolves pad after her. Fulvio's giant ginger wolf (though he insists its gold-coloured) and Graydon Airwolf. Graydon seems so much younger in his wolf form. Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form.

Together, they launched a counterattack, their combined forces driving back the Wolfsbane and Silverbacks. Amidst the raging battle between the Silverbacks and Wolfsbane clans against the formidable Gaia clan, a group of stealthy observers watched from the shadows. These were members of the Crescent Claws, a werewolf clan known for their cunning and mastery of shapeshifting. As the battle intensified, a surge of immense power erupted from the depths of the forest, signaling the emergence of Kai, a half-powered werewolf wielding an aura of unparalleled strength.

"Shit! I didn't mean to make you cry. You must've loved him dearly. What was his last name?" "Marcello. Joey Marcello." I sniffed. "How did he look?" "He looked like a dream come true. His dark and big eyes would immediately make you fall in love with him. The way his golden fur would fly when he ran... " "Don't tell me you're talking about-" "My golden retriever. He was my life. That's why I'm afraid of getting another dog." He scoffed and burst out in laughter. After he was done he said, "I'm so sorry. I was thinking you were talking about a man. May Joey's soul rest in peace."

Gold and Silver Ghost’s expressions suddenly stiffened. In the next second, the two’s chests were shocked and their eyeballs even popped out. An invisible force forcibly squeezed the two’s hearts until they exploded! Gold and Silver Ghost were dead! Zella Yaeger just happened to watch the sudden death scene of the two people, she felt that it was extremely surreal. Gold and Silver Ghost, who had gone to great lengths in order to chase after her and even driven her to the brink of desperation several times, died in the blink of an eye in Aunt Rockefeller’s hands. Most importantly, Aunt Rockfeller had not even touched them with her own hands from start to end.

Morning, afternoon, or the middle of the night, she always came running, tail wagging like we were the most important people in the world. "Ginger!" I shouted, panic rising as I rushed toward the living room. I found her on the couch… and the sight stopped my heart. Our usually vibrant, energetic golden retriever was lying in an odd position, her head slumped unnaturally to the side. When she heard my voice, she tried to lift her muzzle to respond, but she could barely hold it up for more than a second before it fell again, as if she didn't have the strength. "Ginger!" I screamed, running to her, my heart pounding wildly.

I stare at it for a second, then shake my head. Fucking golden retriever. But hell if the place wouldn’t be colder without him.

But I stepped closer anyway and I saw what he was staring at. A cluster of photographs spread across an open case. Twelve wolves. Blackwater wolves. Alex. Owen. Miriam’s cousin. Three faces I didn’t know. Carly. Jared. Scottie himself. Beth. Me. Red X’s slashed across every face. Except two. Beth’s photo had three red lines crossing it—not an X but something harsher, like someone marking her for a specific purpose. Mine had a single word written underneath in jagged print. PENDING. A cold weight settled in my chest. Scottie stood very still, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Of course, I should treat Maisie well.” She handed me a gift box and asked me to open it. Inside was a gold lock-shaped good-luck pendant. Everyone gasped. “That must have cost a fortune!” In my previous life, I was pleasantly surprised that Zoe even remembered my birthday. Seeing such an expensive gift moved me even more. However, I had not known then that the pendant was a cursed one! Once worn, it would swap my fate with her boyfriend’s! Back then, I ran a high fever for an entire week. There was no warning, no explanation. Even the doctors were helpless.