Golden Retriever Ghost Novels & Stories

Just a man. Luca stared at him, eyes widening slowly. “Riven… your eyes.” Riven blinked. The world steadied. “What about them?” “They’re—” Luca swallowed. “They’re normal.” No amber glow. No shadows curling at the edges of his vision. The Ghost was gone. A sound tore through the church then—boots, shouts, weapons being raised. Wolf burst through a side door with three riders behind him, guns sweeping the room. He froze when he saw them.

She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down, the car suddenly stopped. “And we’re here!” Selena said jumping out of the car. “Boys I have missed you.” “What the hell are those things?” Gage growled looking at the demon-looking mean dogs. “Demon dogs, you should know,” Selena said half smiling. “They are friendly.” She said petting them. “Come on Athena is waiting.” Jade walked closer to the demon dogs, they bowed to her and then wagged their tails waiting for her to touch them. Once she extended her hand to touch them they both licked her hands. “Good pups.” She said walking behind Selena.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

She’d already gotten a deep lungful of his scent. “Achoo!” “Rain? Are you okay?” Fallon asked with concern. The Haunt reached for her, perhaps in an effort to help. She sneezed twice and backpedaled, tripping on her skirt. She would have landed on her bum if Fallon hadn’t caught her. “What is it? Are you allergic to Haunt?” “Dog fur!” she gasped, then sneezed again mightily. Her eyes were watering. Fallon choked on a laugh. “You’re serious?”

Ghost was gone in the blink of an eye, and a beautiful giant black wolf appeared. “Hey, handsome.” Ghost was a majestic wolf. “Does your wolf want to play with her mate?” Dad asked. Ghost cantered away, teasing me. My wolf peered through my eyes to check Ghost’s wolf out. “Your eyes are glowing. Call her forward.” Ghost zipped by us trying to lure her out. “She’s not ready,” I whined. “Esmerelda, you’re making this more complicated than it is.” “Daddy, I feel her. That is enough for right now.” He let out a slow breath, clearly disappointed.

The golden retriever continued to bark, each one louder than the last and the old lady crouched to pet it, baffled as to why the animal was acting strangely. I once read about a dog that went mad after moving in with a family that were victims of a poltergeist disturbance. It was one of the reasons why I had never thought of getting a pet and I watched the blind woman continue to pet the animal in a bid to calm it down sadly. It was best I went in now. I ran up to the door and pounded, hoping for the best, hope was all we had now. I could hear movements from inside the house and despite the cool evening, I felt a beads to sweat soak my gray dress shirt.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

"It's your birthday! Live a little. You don't always have to look like you're going to a funeral." "I like funerals," I'd deadpan, but I'd try on the dress anyway, just to shut him up. Ghost, nestled safely in a specially designed dog carrier Marcus had insisted on buying, was surprisingly well-behaved. He occasionally let out a soft whine or a playful bark, drawing amused glances from other shoppers. He was definitely a magnet for attention, and I found myself patting his head more often than I thought I would. It was hard to stay mad at a fluffy white ball of pure joy.

The dog, a sleek black Staffie, growled and snarled in excitement. Frederick gestured toward the dog with a grin. "That's Ghost," he said, his eyes twinkling with affection. "One of Hugo's most prized possessions." Just then, my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. I felt a twinge of panic as my brother shot me a curious glance from across the yard. "Hey, sorry about that," I said, glancing at Frederick. I quickly made my way down a side path, muttering, "Please, excuse me." I needed a bit of privacy to handle the call. My hand trembled slightly as I held the phone up to my ear.

“Sorry. It’s been fun. I gotta go. Shoot me a text, and we can talk about our date.” I watch him leave. He never did find Ronnie. I guess I distracted him. What was going on between us anyway? I’m not sure what to think of it. I brush Marshmallow’s fur, thinking over what the trainer had said earlier about Valentine’s progress in an attempt to shake off the… whatever it was between Langston and me earlier. My parents’ golden retriever, Goldie, wanders into the stable, her tail wagging and her belly heavy with puppies. I reach down and pet her head. Ronnie comes in after her.