Mw 2019 Ghost Novels & Stories

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

I told my wolf. The two on my side attack together, trying to get their teeth under Ghost's neck wanting to get a bite, which pisses off Ghost making him take a big chunk out of one of them, killing them immediately, he didn't take long with the other one either. With the big one left , I can tell that he didn't want to fight because of the way he was moving back slowly" Ghost don't let him get away " I urgently told him.

Liora could smell Mavric’s masculine scent mixed with a hint of tobacco and stress. “Someone just saved my company, Liora,” Mavric whispered. “Someone incredibly brilliant someone who knows how to manipulate Marcus Vane’s code like it’s child’s play.” “Their codename is ‘Ghost’.” Liora raised an eyebrow. “Ghost?” Sounds like an action movie hero. “What does that have to do with me?” “I’m just a woman you’ve locked up here.” Mavric took Liora’s hand, feeling the pulse in her wrist.

The air down here was thick with the scent of old copper, sweat, and the electric tang of the dampening fields that kept the beast at bay. ​Killian stood in the center of the main pit, his clothes reduced to scorched rags and his massive body a map of fresh, angry scars. In front of him were three “Mk-II Ghost-Wolves”—towering, mechanical constructs of brushed steel and synthetic fur that had been specifically designed to mimic the unpredictable fighting style of the Great Alphas. They didn't breathe, and they didn't bleed; they simply waited for the next command to be uploaded into their processors.

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

The one burdened by centuries of regret. But then he turned sharply, nostrils flaring. “We’re not alone.” My pulse jumped. “What?” He motioned for silence. The air shifted. A faint shimmer appeared in the distance, like light bending wrong. Then I saw it like a shape, pale and trembling, emerging from the fog. A wolf. No… not alive. Its eyes glowed white, its body translucent, trailing mist. A spirit of Meadow Pack “What is that?” I breathed. Varic drew his sword in one swift motion. “A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.”

Jack said coldly. The Ghost Alpha roared, lunging forward with impossible, spectral speed. "Marcus! Katherine! Engage!" Jack yelled. Marcus slammed his shield into the ground, projecting a dome of golden kinetic energy. The Ghost Alpha crashed into it, the impact ringing out like a cracked bell. The barrier held, but Marcus fell to one knee, groaning under the sheer weight of the ancient soul's power. "They hit hard!" Marcus gritted his teeth. "Too hard for a Beta!" Katherine didn't hesitate. She dropped to one knee, sighted her rifle, and fired a void-laced round directly into the chest of a second Ghost Alpha. The bullet passed cleanly through the spectral fur, exploding against the back w

Carriers. My eyes moved unwillingly across the list. Carly Blackwater. Darren Moore. Samuel Louis. Lucas Vance. Ethan Blackwater. Everything inside me stopped. My wolf froze with me. A cold pressure filled my lungs, thick and tight. The idea of death had shadowed me before, but this was different. This was death waiting inside me with patience, a silent thing breathing with my breath. “I am on the list,” I said. The words were too small for what they meant.

The Monadikos were cornered, their numbers dwindling as the Cartel forces and the Ghosted advanced in unrelenting waves. Mikhail, battered and breathing heavily, clenched his fists as he surveyed the battlefield. His men were being slaughtered like animals. The Ghosted moved like wraiths, striking from the shadows, their blades cutting through throats, slicing through tendons, leaving nothing but lifeless husks in their wake. The Cartel soldiers advanced with brutal efficiency, their gunfire drowning out the pained cries of the dying.