Only A Ghost Could Save Me Novels & Stories

Narrator- Miranda looked at the ghost as if she had lost her mind, and maybe she did. "Have you lost your mind?" Miranda asked her while standing up. "I know what I'm asking is not easy, but I need you to save him, and you're the only one who can do that." The ghost attempted to explain. "Why me? Why not someone else?" Miranda pointed out with an aggravated frown. "Because you guys were fated to be together. You're mates." The ghost answered.

They weren't speaking, this was boring to me and I was just about to flick my hands and ask them to get out of my sight when one of them fell to the ground and screamed at the top of his voice, “ It's not his fault, it's mine. Please.” I was bewildered, my grip loosened. My hands were just about to let it go so he would be able to leave when there was a single shot, a bang against his head and he fell. His body fell backwards, his eyes opened and the ghost left. “ Cover!” I screamed at the top of my voice, giving the signal to my men to hold him but he was slick enough to run the other way.

No matter how hard I thought about it, I can’t help but think it's surreal because I have only seen things like my current situation in movies, but seeing myself alive even after being killed by a gun made me think otherwise. “Maybe I'm a ghost,” I thought but that thought didn't last long as I remember I was saved by the Man beside me. If I were to be a ghost he wouldn't have been able to save me. “Maybe both of us are ghosts, even the paparazzi are all ghosts, just maybe.” “Damn! I'm going crazy!” I lamented inwardly but that didn't last longer when that soothing voice interrupted my thoughts. The voice seemed cold but always sent chills from my head to my area anytime I heard him speak.

Apart from the fact that I taught her how to feel pleasure, I took her off Julian and Hoff's hands! How could Ghost keep bending over? It was pathetic, and that's why he's so weak without me! I finally heard what I needed to, that soon I would be free, without this necklace to help Ghost control me, I would be able to fight! Surely Ayla would be mine again! "You're funny." I heard Ghost's voice, and then I saw him standing in front of me, his body shaped in the form of a wolf, his white hair with transparent strands at the ends, giving him a spectral look. "Do you really think you can beat Soren and Victor?"

Or did he still get my mother again? I gritted my teeth, a fire sparking in my chest. No. I wouldn’t wait to be saved. They thought they could break me. But they didn’t know who I really was. I was the Last Ghost Wolf. And soon, they were going to regret ever touching me.

But it was more than he’d had in days. “Why?” he asked, his voice rough. “Why’re you helping me?” Ghost leaned back, the firelight reflecting in his pale eyes. “Because I know what it feels like to drown in silence. To carry something so heavy you think speaking it out loud will break you. I won’t watch her break. Not if I can help it.” Rhett’s hands tightened on the paper. “And if I find the bastard who did this?” Ghost’s expression didn’t change. But his voice was sharp enough to cut steel. “Then you won’t be alone when you make him pay.”

“Hold him down!” Ghost sprang forward, smacking him with the gun, still, the name danced on his lips like a lifeline. The needle sank into his veins, slowly draining the strength from him. His hands fell on the mattress, his breathing teasing, as he fought against the drug. “... Laura,” he snuggled into the mattress, gradually going limp. Ghost grinned, brushing the hair from his face. “Salve, mortuus redux.” He should enjoy the rest of his time, because very soon, he’d be going to the land of the dead.

“Because it works.” The door burst open. Three armed men rushed inside— Weapons raised— Ready to fire— The Ghost moved first. One shot. One kill. Second shot— Missed— But he had already stepped forward. Close range now. Deadlier. Faster. Alina pressed herself against the wall. Heart racing. Watching. The Ghost didn’t just fight. He controlled. Every movement. Every breath. Every second. The last man tried to escape— But didn’t make it past the doorway.

Ghost: Took you long enough. Me: I’m in a hospital. Someone tried to kill me last night. I don’t have time for attitude. Ghost: Fair. What do you need? My heart thumped hard as I typed. Me: You said my protector isn’t who I think. Who exactly were you talking about? Ghost: Your father. I stared at the screen, feeling a cold wave shoot through me. Me: Why him? Ghost: Because he’s hiding a lot more than you realize. Me: Like what?

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.