Operation Ghost Stories Book Novels & Stories

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

“Where is the book?” “I hid it. She has no idea it’s not the original. She thinks the real Book of Whispers survived. I guessed what she was after quickly, during our first few days here when her stories stopped adding up. She isn’t a healer.” “She’s a monster.” A sharp, cold wind thunders through the cottage. Darkness swallows the sky even though it’s morning. Chills cover my entire body as I look up, the room settling into total, unnerving silence. The world seems to stop.

"Most people don't." "Oh, she definitely did." "Why?" "Because she'd light candles everywhere and tell me it was an adventure." She laughed quietly at the memory. "We'd make hot chocolate." "We'd tell stories until the electricity came back." Lucien listened without interrupting. "What kind of stories?" "Bookshop ghosts." He blinked. "Ghosts?" "The friendly kind." She grinned. "They supposedly rearranged books during the night because they got bored." "And you believed that?" "I was seven." "...Fair enough."

My breath falters once. I don’t know the name. That should be enough. I steady my breathing and listen. Nothing outside but wind through the trees. Still, I step back. Ghosts don’t keep personal items. They don’t have pasts that can be written down. I open the cover just enough to see the first page. My name is there. Written in a hand I don’t recognize. Footsteps approach. I snap the book shut as the door handle turns.

But ghosts know how to haunt. It wasn't easy getting access to the chamber that held the book—so many locks, and traps—but one of the benefits I got from being with Thane—even though it was only temporary and ended with nothing but pain—was that I knew a few things others didn't. My hands trembled as I lifted the book, its cover worn, symbols etched deep into the leather. It thrummed beneath my fingertips—alive. I barely made it past the border before they caught me. Thane’s warriors.

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

I ignored the gasps of horror that resonated round the room as I tried to get out of bed. "What the fuck happened?" Kiara questioned "Your aunt Persie said hi" was all I said before I passed out again and thankfully this time, I was left alone. Finally!!! Unknown P.O.V Two figures stood in the shadows having a stare down. One in amazement and the other in boredom. One mortal, one immortal. One in plain sight and the other clocked in a dark robe, concealing their identity. The summoner and the summoned and a deal is about to be struck.

“ it wont take long to cook this “ she says, he didn't answer her again, he just picks her up and takes her into the bathroom and they took their shower and get to dress up while the step out into the hotel's restaurant.. Evelyn got out of Marylyn’s body they she returns back into Nigeria. “ I need to find out how many people wants me dead and I need to find out how I got to inheritance” she says but she didn’t know which hospital. Marylyn looks around the restaurant and she good see how beautiful the settings of the restaurant is and she smiles and said “ Beautiful “. “Yes “ Manuel says with the menu book in his hand. “ Why don’t you pick us something to eat? He says and Marylin opens the m