Miramounts Ghost Novels & Stories

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

They seemed to accept Elara's gesture, their energies calming. Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The spirits' light intensified, and they formed a circle around the group. A deep, resonant voice echoed through the grove, speaking in a language that seemed both ancient and familiar. "Travelers from another realm," the voice intoned, "you seek the Spirit Relic, but you must prove your worth. Show us your unity and strength." Kai stepped forward, his voice strong and resolute. "We have faced many challenges together, and we will face this one as well. We seek the relic not for power, but to protect our world from destruction."

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.

“As you can see Miguel, I now have a new ally. It would be a shame to see what would happen if you decided to go after myself, my business, and anyone I care about.” One of Miguel’s men whispered into Miguel’s ear. Whatever he said must have pissed him off because he whisper-yelled something in Spanish before running a hand through his black hair and chopping hard on a toothpick. “What are your new ‘terms,’ Ghost?” I gave him a big smile. “Help me find someone and I will pay you triple that the original amount that you asked me for.” Stefanos narrowed his eyes on me. “Who could possibly be worth that kind of money?”

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

Thirty thousand became three hundred thousand. The mirror universe's parasitic economy was not a few stolen pennies. It was a comprehensive, systematic, nine-billion-year-old financial operation that had been siphoning fractional percentages from every transaction the Supernatural Ledger had ever processed. "The total siphoned amount," Ben reported to Jack through the command center's secure channel, "is approximately ninety-four trillion Abyssal Merit credits. Accumulated over the Ledger's entire operational history." Jack was in the egg chamber with Haley and the Figure, maintaining a physical presence near the baby Utterance while the mirror threat loomed. "Ninety-four trillion. That is m

“What does she want?” “She doesn’t talk, not really. Just… little pieces. Whispers. Sometimes she laughs.” That laugh crawls into my bones. Dante’s eyes went storm-dark. “Mira’s ghost isn’t taking you. Not while I’m breathing.” I wanted to buy what he was selling, really. Wanted to let his confidence drown out the creeping dread. But then, there it was again, curling through my skull like smoke that won’t clear. You took everything, Elora. Now I’ll take it back.

"Marcus is offering five million for her. Dead or alive. Mostly dead." "Ghost, listen to me—" "I'm tired of listening to you." Ghost leveled the gun at my forehead. "You left us to rot. You became a suit. You think you can just come back when the world burns?" "I’m still one of you." "Prove it." Ghost tossed a rusted blade onto the floor between us. "The blood tax for leaving is ten years of service. Since you can't give us the time, you give us the girl." "Never."

"You're the Alpha. She's just a ghost who hasn't accepted her burial." I nodded, let her guide me down the corridor. But my gaze kept drifting back to the empty space where Lumira had stood, where she had caught a dagger mid-air and returned it without looking, where she had dismissed me like a servant dismissed from a room. A revenant. Yes. That was easier. But revenants didn't command moon-dragons. Ghosts didn't make the mate bond scream with recognition. Ghosts didn't look at you with the absolute certainty that you were already dead to them, and they were simply waiting for you to realize it.