Mw 2019 Ghost Novels & Stories

He almost whispered. The werewolf suddenly realized his grave error. “Please forgive me—” “You failure!” Ghost snarled and flicked his hand. A curved, shiny and metal instrument of death flew out of his hand and straight into the werewolf’s neck with a wet chunk. Watery choke sounds filled the room, acting as a gruesome background music to Ghost’s toe-curling voice as he yelled to the guards standing in the shadows. “Spread the word far and wide, Rhea Damon is now at the top of my wanted list. Anyone who brings her back to me, dead or alive will receive my honored reward!”

The ghosts seemed to materialize out of thin air, their moans echoing through the night. Marcus gulped nervously, his grip tightening on his weapon. ". I don't think we can fight these, they're not physical," Marcus said, his voice trembling. Caleb narrowed his eyes, scanning the area for any signs of weakness in the ghostly beings. "We may not be able to fight them physically, but we can fight them with our minds." He closed his eyes and focused, drawing upon the ancient werewolf magic that coursed through his veins. Slowly but surely, he began to push back against the ghosts, his willpower stronger than their own.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

One more glance up the road and he pulled the blinds and went window to window, shutting out the rest of the world. "Wondering where you two went." Ghost's feet thumped down the stairs. He still looked like hell, but his fat lip was gone and his gaze was brighter. "We've got a problem." Marco took the rifle from over the door down and checked the chamber. "That's loaded?" Fiona scampered into the kitchen, her eyes wide. "Yup." Marco leaned it up against the door. "How bad?" Ghost stood at the bottom of the stairs, unnaturally still. "Bad."

the young woman asked. "Ghosts, Love." "Are you telling me that ghosts exist?" whispered Bianca. "I'm a fucking werewolf, Love. Why shouldn't those motherfuckers exist?" snarled Black. _ Those motherfuckers need to die... shit, they're already dead! How do you kill a fucking ghost?" whined Maska, putting his paws over his eyes.

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

Her scent washed over him then, unbidden and potent—warm and sharp, like smoke curling from embers, laced with the spike of adrenaline and an undercurrent of something deeper that stirred his wolf, making it bare its teeth in silent recognition. Fuck, he thought, not the time for this. He locked the reaction away, forcing his breathing into a slow, measured rhythm as discipline reasserted itself, a well-practiced barrier against the pull. Another crack echoed from overhead, closer and more insistent this time, dust raining down in earnest. “We’re moving,” Ghost declared, his decision final. “Your ceiling’s not done falling yet, and we’re not waiting around for the next one.” She glanced upwa

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

However unlikely it is, this is a pack. But all I can see is Silvia looking at me like I've betrayed her. Another werewolf with hair that starts out black and ends in red, has pulled up a chair next to me. She has her legs crossed and is tapping her foot restlessly against the edge of the table. "No one gets past the Barren," she says, "There are wraiths." "How do you even know that, Maggie?" says the one with the blue-tinged skin, "You were raised by humans. How do you know any of this?"

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal