Power Book Of Ghosts Novels & Stories

“You’re dangerous, Ghost. You know that?” Ghost: I know exactly what I am. Keep going. Tell me what you’re thinking right now. Aria bit her lower lip, this time not for show. Her mind raced. She was thinking that she should end the session. That no one should have this much power after one night. That she never let clients get inside her head. Instead, she told him the truth. “I’m thinking… I haven’t felt this turned on during a session in a very long time.” Ghost has tipped $12,000.

The Poltergeist was holding some random rusty pipe, looking ready to charge up and tear the building apart… There were also the Hanged Ghost, Shadow Sneak, Pipe Phantom… A whole throng of them had pressed into the hallways and windowsills, all staring up at the rooftop. All their expressions were equally concerned about me and enraged by the punks who had dared to mess with me. … They finally saw me unharmed and waving down at them. This bunch of weird little ‘kids’ all froze in place, looking completely dumbstruck. Chloe blinked her wide eyes. “Granny? Was that just my imagination? I felt ghost energy coming off you just now. That power… It almost scared the life out of me…”

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

“Your power use it. The bond is our strength. Channel it, don’t let fear control you.” Elena closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, letting the memories, the flame inside her, the vessel she had been warned about, coalesce. Her hands began to glow, faint at first, then brighter, illuminating the attic in harsh, flickering light. The shadows hissed, recoiling from the energy, but one figure, taller than the rest, remained, eyes glowing amber, watching, calculating, waiting.

Ghost could not vanish forever because of her. When she saw the priest standing downstairs, reading from the Bible, Elowen screamed at the top of her lungs. "Stop right now! You cannot keep reading!" She rushed down the stairs, trying to knock the Bible out of the priest’s hands, but two tall, powerfully built bodyguards blocked her at once. She struggled and fought with everything she had, but it was useless. All she could do was watch helplessly as the priest continued chanting, driving the spirit away. "No! Ms. Ghost, run!"

“You cannot capture me. You cannot catch a thought with your hands. I am in what you will touch and what you will drink. In seventy-two hours the field will activate and the conversion will begin. There will be a new order. Join it or be rearranged.” I felt the blood rush through my ears. Ethan’s hand tightened on the wall behind me. The bond hummed with Kaye’s fear and with something else that I did not want to name. I wanted to move, to run, to strike the thing, to pull the sky down around it. Instead I watched the dark mass fold into light and scatter, slipping into vents, into broken glass, under floor grates.

he touches my forehead and shuts his eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly lets go of me "Just like I suspected, you're being haunted" "Haunted? how?" Tommy sighs at me, I need to hear the priest's opinion too "Ghosts can't possess you, but they can still haunt you, demons to be exact" Tommy gives me that I told you so look "But why would they do that?" "Uhmmm I think is the power you possess they're drawn to it" I remember Tommy mentioning something like that." it has happened to you before anyway, but I will try to help you the way I can"

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

That beautiful voice, distorted by pain and surprise. Mom. My eyes go wide as it all comes back; the pain, the sorrow, the hurt. The tears begin to flow as the ghost hurries to its destination. I can remember every detail now; the way those creatures had searched him... when his eyes turned a frightening red... He finally reached me, barely more than a breath of air, charging towards my chest. However, the ghost bounced back, my body suddenly surrounded by a strange glow. What is it? It's green and shiny, like the emerald on my ring, almost like one of those auras I've heard about in fantasy books.