Pac And The Ghostly Adventures Novels & Stories

The girl must have watched too many movies. “No,” he said. However, the crying should be from next door, and Sierra was next door. It must be another one of her tricks. “In horror movies, the ghosts always lure people over with crying and then…” Paige said, hugging him even tighter. Chris could not argue with her on that. “If the crying is luring us, just don’t go there, and we’ll be fine,” he said. “But what if the ghost comes to us?” “Have you done anything bad?” he asked.

Ria, who saw him laughing out loud, couldn't help but smile in amusement at the ghost who was laughing while slapping his thigh. His dimples became more obvious and Ria was stunned to see the ghost's face. That's not fair, she thought. “I've never seen a ghost as greedy as you…” Ria said again before putting a mouthful of salad into her mouth. "Have you ever met other ghosts besides me?" Kevin asked after his laugh subsided. Ria realized it, smiled shyly and shook her head slowly. “Then I am your first ghost and I already gave you the impression of being greedy? Wow…” He shook his head and Ria just rolled her eyes.

“Have you come to admire the glory of werewolf history? Or are you just more of today’s hopeless youth, lacking discipline and respect?” I blink in surprise. Of course, Luca’s oblivious to the ghost, still sipping his coffee like nothing’s out of the ordinary. I crack an uneasy grin, shooting him a deliberate look, and he in return stares at me with confusion. “What?” he asks, lowering his coffee. “There’s a ghost,” I whisper, trying not to move my lips too much. “Right over there.” Luca raises an eyebrow, his eyes darting around even though he can’t see a thing. “Oh, really? Is he giving you the stink-eye or something? Because you’re looking really uncomfortable.”

The sound of the blast pushed a wind through the hall that scattered papers and the smell of scorched wood filled the air. Then through the smoke and the falling ash I saw them. Figures running across the ruin in a way that made the back of my neck go ice cold. They moved with speed no normal wolf should have and their eyes caught the light and flashed silver like coins. Dozens of them. A wall of them. They flowed out from the smoke and toward the packhouse like tide. At the front of that line was Lucas.

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

The dinner plate was overturned and crashed onto the floor with a piercing noise. Patrick’s hands trembled uncontrollably, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp. He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?"

I'd hit triple digits. Proposal number one hundred. Same spot—County Clerk's Office, Borevia City. Same result—empty sidewalk, empty heart. Sonia Quindt? Off somewhere with Pierre Sanchez. Her boy toy. Could be a concert. Could be an amusement park. Didn't matter. She wasn't here. Once, they'd even rolled up to the Clerk's Office themselves—married on a dare, divorced by brunch. For fun. What I'd dreamed of, they'd trashed for kicks.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

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

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.