Golden Retriever Ghost Novels & Stories

[ Gemma ] “You are discharged from the hospital but it doesn’t mean that you can do whatever your naughty mind wishes to do, mate. You have been wandering around since the morning. Do you want me to put you on house arrest?” Giovanni groaned shaking his head as he saw me running behind Carlotta’s pet dog who was super cute and loved to play. “I love to spend time with fluffy. Just look at him. He wants to play with me.” I said patting the head of the golden retriever who was wagging his tail at me.

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

I was going to walk out quietly, i don't even need ice cream anymore. "His name is ghost no body knows his real name" he continued and now i need to listen, I'm too curious to just leave now. "He took my pet from me, i know she belonged to him for a while. Kill him and be over with it" Kill him, he just asked for whoever he's talking with to kill ghost... I can't let them just kill ghost, i can't let them even hurt ghost!! I touched my necklace the one with mine and daddy's voice on it.

“Kind of, mostly bedtime stories she said her mother passed down. She didn’t really want to talk about it much.” Tasha walked over to the bookshelf and pulled down an old picture album, “this is from the earlier 1900s. photos of my grandmother and her children.” She flipped through the pictures till she came across the page she was looking for. In the large photo was 4 wolves, but one of them stood out from the others. A white wolf with bright eyes. “The Celestine Wolf. It’s passed down in our family, skipping generations at a time. Their eyes glow a bright blue, each Celestine wolf chosen by the Goddess herself. My mother used to say that my grandmother could speak to the Goddess herself in

Evangeline’s father was strapped to a reinforced chair, a metal table stretched out before him. It was impossible to know if this was his real form without any alterations without us using silver on him. Our magic had yet to evolve to withstand our one weakness. With cold, calm efficiency Ghost began doling out questions. Everything from his past with Anastasia’s mother to his connection to the missing wolves and the small anti-human establishments popping up across the country. “What do you know about wolves with the ability to manipulate memory?” He would give out fragments of information meant to entice. “We know Anastasia’s mother had one fuck with her head. Not very nice of them.”

Using all my senses to make sure I wasn't hearing things or if it's some kind animal but the smell that hit my nose telling me that I wasn't wrong there is a rogue on my property. Not giving the rogue a chance to run, as soon as I took off running in its direction Ghost took over and jumped on top of the other wolf biting it on the neck ripping it away, not giving it a chance as soon as that one was down and dying. At least three of them came out of the woods , Barry , their teeth at me , ready to attack. Little did they know that Ghost is always looking for a good fight.

Brady asked as she lowered the dog to the floor, already clipped to the leash. “This is Goldie,” she said, bending to pat the small dog on the head. “Goldie?” he questioned. “But she’s white.” Noelle laughed at his confusion as she stood. “I know. It’s because she’s worth her weight in gold. She’s a Maltese mix, sweet, and tiny, as you can see. She got in the way of an SUV a few weeks ago when she was out and about. Our usual vet was out of town, so we had to take her to the emergency in Lucas.” Her voice trailed off as she remembered how shocked she’d been when she’d seen the bill.

“Here boy!” There’s a giant ghost hound in my flat, see through tongue lolling out, tail wagging cheerfully. Ghostly slobber dripping onto my carpet, where it vanishes. “Good boy!” I tell him, thinking it a very undignified way to refer to a creature that’s been around for a thousand years or so, if the stories are true. I keep a tin on the mantel, above the fire. I open it and get out a couple of dog biscuits for Bellmouth.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

"Is this Ghost when she was a puppy?" Danica asks. Ghost jumps up at the mention of her name. Danica is looking at the picture frames in the hallway. "Yeah, that's what she looked like when Jay brought her home. She's four now," I nod. Ghost runs down the stairs and starts to bark wanting to go outside. The sound of her bark makes Danica jumpy. Her eyes flare a deep almost red amber. The eyes of a wolf who's familiar with killing. "You'll get used to it,"