Only A Ghost Could Save Me Novels & Stories

I spent the night in Eastoria and was not caught in the battle. When I got there, the sight was horrifying. There were dead bodies and injured people everywhere. They could only groan weakly when they saw me, but I knew right away that I could not help them. All I could do was give the mothers and their babies a special pill to ease their pain and help them find a little peace before they passed away. I arrived at the meeting spot by evening, where the smell of blood was even stronger than it was at the airport. I had just slipped into my special doctor's coat when two guards in black rushed me into surgery.

“DANTE!” Nothing. Only my own echo slamming into the walls. I don’t know how many hours I yelled and screamed until I feel her presence again. Relief goes through me as my limbs start trembling and my vision starts to blur, my body is starting to shut down. “Ghost, just give up. You're killing us.” “No you’re killing us”, he replied. I must have passed out for a few hours because when I woke up, I couldn’t feel her again. I looked at the clock and it was sundown, it will be one more hour before Dante comes to release me and by then Ghost will be too weak to do anything.

Luca stepped back, wiping dirt from his face, hair sticking to his forehead. “You okay?” Luca asked, breathless. Ghost nodded. “You?” “Alive. Again. Thanks to you.” Ghost looked at him, really looked at him. Sweat. Bruises. Determination carved into every line of his face. The same stubbornness Ghost used to butt heads with during late-night rides, during missions that went sideways, during moments that weren’t supposed to mean anything and somehow meant everything. He hated how familiar it felt. He hated how right it felt. “You didn’t have to save me,” Ghost said quietly.

he told the doctor, “I’m cutting your fucking intestines out and feeding them to your wife.” My vision was darkening. My fingers twitched. I saw flashes. Fiorella. Water. Fire. A girl’s scream. My chest burned. My lips moved. One name. “Malva…” The world spun again. “Malva… save me… Ghost’s eyes snapped to me. I couldn’t feel my legs. “Tell her… she owes me…” Then nothing. Just black. Again.

Because I stopped being free the day I let Roman Rivera save me. And Damon Baas? He’s the ghost of a life I’ll never get back. But ghosts, I’m beginning to realize, don’t stay dead forever.

she screamed, the words becoming louder and more insistent, each one like a dagger stabbing into my heart. “I’m so sorry... I truly am sorry, please forgive me!” I shouted, collapsing to my knees, my hands desperately covering my ears, the guilt and sorrow overwhelming me. I jolted awake with a gasp, my chest heaving as I realized it was just a nightmare. But the air around me was still thick, and the unsettling feeling didn’t fade. I glanced around, but the shadows in my room felt different, like they were watching me. My heart raced as I tried to shake off the images of that figure, but the haunting image of the tree branch growing from its chest lingered, so vivid in my mind. I had to kno

My wolf, Luna, severed our connection hours ago—her suffering even more excruciating than mine. The only cure that could save us was just taken next door. My breathing grows shallow, each inhale more difficult than the last. My extremities have gone cold. Eventually, I lose even the strength to blink, and my heart stutters to a stop. The last sound I register is cheering from the adjacent room. Vivian has recovered from the wolfsbane poisoning—at the cost of my life. I refuse this ending. Something—perhaps the Moon Goddess herself—tears my spirit from my body. I become a ghost, unseen by the living, able to move through solid objects.

I force a smile. “Come on,” he says. “We need to find our way out.” I nod, reaching toward him— But people suddenly push past us, splitting us apart. “Wait—“ I say as we struggle to reach each other. Just then, a tap lands on my shoulder. I turn— A white ghost stares right at me. A scream rips out of me. I run without thinking. Straight into someone. My arms wrap tightly around a solid body. “Ghost! There’s a ghost!” I cry, pointing behind me.

I glance over the man's shoulder to see people are actually leaving; some are even running like they know staying here is dangerous for them. “You’re taking a big risk being out in the human world.” I hiss at him while trying to pull my hand out of his; his grip is tight, though, just like when Gideon tries to keep me in place. The only difference being that I don’t want this guy to touch me; he’s sending a wave of sickness through me each time his thumb brushes over my pressure point. I’m about to strike out with my other hand when I sense someone behind me; a heavy growl fills the air and without looking round, I know Ghost has come to my aid.

I had seventy-two hours to save the man I hated to love, and the only thing that could help me was the ghost in my head that wanted us both dead. (Watch out for Chapter 202) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me. Thank you, readers.