Phantom Greer Rivers Novels & Stories

"THIS is it," My dad's assistant, Mr. Logan, said, packing the car in front of a large building. A sign sat atop the beautiful large black gates which read ' welcome to Greystones. Greystone is a private institution for mentally disabled or rebellious rich kids, ones that their parents wouldn't want to clean up of after causing a scandal, or kids whose parents don't have time to babysit like me. My name is Samantha Williams, daughter of Gregory Williams and Rebecca Williams; my parents are the CEO of two multi-billion companies, one in construction and one in entertainment. Why am I here, you would like to know? Well, you have to wait to find out.

I stayed silent, unsure how to respond. She turned back to me, her eyes stormy. "Damien is my only son. Without him, the Grey name and legacy end." "I'm sorry," I said softly. "But... I'm not sure what this has to do with me. I don't mean to be insensitive—" Mrs. Grey moved closer, her presence overwhelming. "Miss Clark, I want you to be my son's surrogate." I nearly choked. "I'm sorry, what?" "You heard me correctly. I want you to carry my son's child, and you will be handsomely rewarded."

After all, any living soul that wanted to reach Mournglow River had to forget everything from their past life, and their body in the living world had to die too. In other words, Mournglow River had always been a one-way trip. Some people made it there, but they also died. They drank the Oblivion Draught and forgot everything. But Landon was different. "My lord, we've arrived." The Phantom Patrol stopped and looked toward the west. That river was nothing like the ones in the living world. The water was dark blue—almost black, rolling with thick mist that seemed ready to drag the souls of anyone who got close into its depths.

"You are a character! Though, I know you didn't come to flatter me today. What can I do for you Eleanor?" "Yes. I'm looking for a book that talks about Lake Creek." Gabby's smile disappeared. "What?" "A book about the origin of Lake Creek. Do you know where i can--" "No." "But i--" "Eleanor, you are a lovely girl and i like you but I'm sorry, I can't help you. Would that be all?" Eleanor was confused. "I'm sorry, did i-" "I'm sorry, I can't help you. Would you like another book?" Gabby's eyes darted around.

It gives me a surge of ego and all the shouting and chanting boosted my pride. To those who are confused, the way to obtain an official high rank in the gang is hard. The gang has a community that's dedicated only to the high-rank official including the boss. Mikael Lenox with the king division, Tim Bren with the ace division, Dexter with the joker division, and Mark with the jack division. Mikael Lenox being The Crazy Phantom, Tim Bren being Traxention, Dexter being the King Clown and Mark Yule being Valhalla. The group created a point system where you complete a mission in exchange for points and when you reach a certain number you rank up. For me, it was a special circumstance since I'm o

“And these handsome males are Rebel Baltar and Ryder Ezra Hawk SilverMoon, and this little beauty is their daughter, River Tundra Hawk SilverMoon.” While every chatted and got to know each other, Grace noticed that River sat in her mom’s lap with a sad face. She walked over and sat next to Storm. “Such a beautiful little female and such a sad face.” Grace smiled at River. “Why so sad sweet girl?” she asked. River looked up at Grace and her little lip was trembling. “My Coco not here.” She sobbed. Grace looked at Storm. “Coco, Marco, is her mate.” Storm responded as she wiped the small tear from River’s cheek.

- The landline rings, shaking River out of his mental ramble as he rummages through emails on his laptop. He stands, then walks towards the table to pick up the phone and glances at the number on the screen, baffled by the thought of who could be calling. “Hello?” River rests the phone against his ear, unaware that his day was about to change. “Hello, Mr. Kennedi, this is Grace Keller from Black & Co.” the woman’s voice chirps on the other end of the line, and River’s brows scrunch up in limpid bafflement.

“Are you going to yell at bad guys?” “Yes,” I say. “Very politely.” She beams. “Bring me a sticker.” “I will bring you three.” River’s voice in my ear turns crisp. “Positions. Harbormere doors opening. Cameras blind.” Grady’s aura steadies. “Now.” I smile like a storm breaking over hot asphalt. “Showtime.” And we take our paperwork into the sun.

"Don't be." Thomas fell silent and crouched down near the river, splashing his face. The cool water slipped between his lips and made him shudder. It tasted so pure, soothing his raw throat and refreshing his skin. Even though the water met the sea, it had no taste of salt or any rot that the brine carried.

We can evade him. The river sings to me as we approach it, so near it almost changes the rhythm of my heart. More howls pierce the night. Two left, one right. I loop one arm around Finn’s neck and throw the other out toward the river. Water splashes like sprinting footsteps between the two groups. The howls coagulate there. I wish I had the strength to reorient the current; though the Tansy River is only a tributary of the thundering Grayhead River Mother declared the border between the kingdoms, we have lost more than a few lives to its power. It’s all I can do to quiet Finn’s first plunge into the rapids.