Protective Ghost Novels & Stories

My voice rises, my rage spilling over, unable to contain it any longer. Ghost grabs my face, his grip firm but grounding. “Calm down,” he orders, his voice steady. “You can kill him after we’re married. Do everything to him that he did to her—minus fucking him. You can’t fuck him.” I choke out a laugh, the tension in my chest loosening just slightly. “See?” Ghost smirks. “Three more days. Then you have the power to stop it for good. Right now, she’s here. She’s safe. Protected. No one’s touching her again.”

"I just need to jack into the primary magnetic ring and inject a localized Origin-Code virus. I can command the system to emergency-vent the sub-ether back into the crust!" "Hold up, Ghost," Dax said, his arm shooting out to stop me. His amber eyes were locked on the shadows directly beneath the spinning core. "We aren't alone." The shadows shifted. Uncoiling from the base of the central pillar was a Guardian. But it wasn't an eight-foot cybernetic brute, and it wasn't a drone. It was fluid.

I turned around to face her, “We need protection here. I want to make this place a safe haven from Joharres and his minions for all my subjects, including other packs that swear their allegiance to me.” “Hmm,” Ikea squinted her eyes, thinking about what I just said. “What can we do?” I asked her. “With your permission, I could make this whole place seem like a ghost land,” She placed her palm on the air as she suggested the idea. “A ghost land?” “It just means that eyes we do not wish to see us would not see us at all. They would come here but they would see nothing and nobody,” Ikea explained. I smiled at her, “That is a terrific idea! Why haven’t you done that all this while?”

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

One night, while walking in the park, he ran into a were and, not long afterwards, a white horse with dark, silky mane and tail, the same animal he had seen when he woke up, took him to the place of magic. There, he saw a woman who possessed a child of pure magic, the magic that would protect him against the other werewolves. Then the woman spoke to him.

Sia took her time admiring Julian. His black hair was still wet from his shower, and his bare arms showed powerful muscles.He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans with white and blue sneakers. Blue would’ve matched his eyes better, Sia thought to herself before she remembered that he was her new bodyguard, not her client.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Yet he wasn’t alone. A cold voice breathed from behind him. “You still think you can fight me, fox?” The ghost loomed tall behind them, smiling like a fresh wound. “Did you think the world would save her?” he whispered. “Did you think that men in uniforms could protect her from me?” Vincent spun around, slashing at the darkness with his claws as sparks flew through the air. But there was no one to hit—only shadows remained. Then the ghost reappeared and stepped forward, smiling with his hands clasped behind his back as if this void was his throne room.

Valda was faster than she should’ve been; enhanced, twisted by magic and something darker. Mira blocked a slash, ducked, and drove her elbow into Valda’s ribs. But Valda grinned and swept Mira’s legs out with a flick of her heel. She hit the ground hard. Grey tackled Valda before she could strike again, slamming her into the dirt. The Ghost Howlers surged. Liam stood protectively over their father, blades flashing, fighting like a wolf possessed. Mira rolled to her feet and caught Grey’s eyes. “Get him out of here!”