Miramounts Ghost Novels & Stories

On the chest of the third soldier, burned deep into the armor, was a number. XIII. Thirteen. Her stomach dropped. “Grey…” He saw it too. “That’s not just a symbol,” he said. “No,” Mira whispered. “It’s designation. Thirteen… like me.” Grey met her eyes. “They’re not just hunting you,” he said. “They made you.” End of Chapter Seven …………………. The mark "XIII" links Mira to the Ghost Howlers in ways she never imagined. Could her bloodline be more than a myth, could it be manufactured? And what will the war seer reveal about her creation?

Her team surrounded her—Rachel with her arms folded tightly, Dario pacing, Camellia freshly landed and holding a mirrored drive with white-knuckled grip. Mira, the lead systems engineer, stepped forward. “We either upload this now, or not at all. Once we start, there’s no pausing.” Sophie nodded. “Begin protocol: MirrorGhost Override.” Camellia slid the drive into the terminal. “Godspeed.” In a candlelit room inside an abandoned wine cellar just outside Berlin, Davenport smiled as he watched Phoenix’s public dashboard flicker. He’d seen the patch signal. He expected it. “They think they’ve out-coded me,” he murmured, sipping from a chipped teacup. “But they don’t know Echo53 doesn’t just kil

The Admin was scrubbing the data in real-time. "No!" Jax screamed. The glitch-kid jumped from the Spire, his data-sword glowing blue. "Protect the Truth!" "Ghosts! To me!" Ren ordered. The fifty corrupted avatars launched themselves into the air. They didn't fly; they glitched, teleporting upwards in jagged bursts of static. Ren raised his hand. "Kara," Ren whispered in the real world. "Give me the Money." Suddenly, the ground of the Plaza shook. The marble tiles exploded.

The hardest part of chasing ghosts is realizing one might be wearing your face. For days, Adrian and I followed the digital trail Mira left behind. We used the SIM card’s encryption key to unlock a set of coordinates. The data took us to Amsterdam, then to a VPN node in Lagos, then to a government shell server hosted in Tel Aviv. Each stop led to a dead end. Each end whispered the same message: “This is bigger than her.” And that’s when it hit me.

He scrambles back and falls off the bed, hitting the floor hard. “SOMEONE HELP!” I scream through a mindlink and jump down to help him. “Something’s wrong with the Beta!” Milo’s handsome features become distorted as Ghost comes forward. He snarls and snaps at me as if he’s never seen me before. Maybe because I was too excited to see him and came in smelling like a rogue instead of getting a shower first? It doesn’t matter now. I have to help him.

Ria, who saw him laughing out loud, couldn't help but smile in amusement at the ghost who was laughing while slapping his thigh. His dimples became more obvious and Ria was stunned to see the ghost's face. That's not fair, she thought. “I've never seen a ghost as greedy as you…” Ria said again before putting a mouthful of salad into her mouth. "Have you ever met other ghosts besides me?" Kevin asked after his laugh subsided. Ria realized it, smiled shyly and shook her head slowly. “Then I am your first ghost and I already gave you the impression of being greedy? Wow…” He shook his head and Ria just rolled her eyes.

She traced genealogies, realm maps, and spirit possession rituals until her eyes burned. And then she found it. “Killian,” she called, bursting into the room. “I need to show you something.” He followed her to the main altar where she unrolled a scroll—one that mapped spiritual gateways. “Look at this,” she pointed. “The Womb of Echoes. It’s a realm of mirrors… and duplication.” “What are you saying?” “I don’t think Ivy came back with a spirit alone.” Killian frowned. “What else is there?” Mira’s eyes locked on his. “She may have brought back another version of herself. A mirrored twin.”

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“I thought you told me it’s practically impossible. A werewolf can not inherit his father’s wolf.” “How would I know that?” Ghost frowned. “I told you I think. That was just speculation. I told you I was not sure how it worked for God’s sake. I’m a Lycan not a werewolf.” “I can’t believe the two of you are having this conversation right here in my front,” Jimin sighed. “And how the fuck do you have the voice of Draymond and the face of Ghost?” “Nothing magic cannot do,” Ghost spread his arms and laughed. “I have my partner Calisté to thank for that. She helped me.”

The other two… Those were where the fun happened. I dropped into my chair, set the plate beside the keyboard, and cracked my knuckles. “All right, Ghost.” My fingers danced across the keys. “Where are you?” A dozen command windows sprang to life. Lines of code streamed down the screens faster than most people could read them. Numbers, IP addresses, encrypted tunnels, relay nodes… Beautiful. Most people looked at this and saw gibberish. I saw fingerprints. Ghost was good. Better than good. They managed to stay invisible while making half the underground think they knew where they was. That alone was impressive.