Pups Save Ghost Novels & Stories

Melinda swiftly ran towards me, she bent down to examine my pups, running her hands through their chest to feel their pulse, checking if they were still alive. “They are not dead.” She squealed. “What??” I yelped. “They are not dead??" I said in a curious tone. "Then why are they covered in blood?” I questioned. I bent down instantly, and I grabbed the pups, looking to confirm Melinda's assertion. “Only one of them is dead. The others survived. He only managed to kill one, and I guess the blood splashed onto the others.” Melinda added.

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.

In front of the pups stood Marcus. My Gamma was covered in blood. But he didn't retreat. He snarled, snapping his jaws at the circling enemies. I didn't slow down. I slammed into the nearest grey wolf. The impact shattered his ribs. Before he hit the ground, my jaws closed around his throat. Snap. I tossed the corpse aside like a ragdoll and spun around to face the next one. "It's the Alpha! The Alpha is back!" The mental link exploded with relief. The despair that had choked my pack vanished, replaced by a renewed frenzy.

They belong here. My father told me an old story about the ghost wolf. Some say he only appears on the foggiest nights, his eyes shining silver as he looks for lost pack members. Long ago, when the pack was in danger, the ghost wolf would appear at the edge of the forest, guiding pups home and warning travelers. Others say he once saved a hunter trapped under a tree, then vanished when help arrived. Every time someone sees him, luck or protection seems to follow. So if you hear stories about the ghost wolf, remember he’s watching over us and keeping our family safe.

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

Then, without warning, he nudges her ankle with his massive head. Elena yelps, stumbling backward on my chair at an odd angle. Jesus. Sophie chuckles, eyes gleaming with amusement as she runs to control Ghost. “He likes you.” “He… what?” Elena splutters, pointing at the tiger. “That thing just tried to eat me!” I scratch Ghost behind the ears as he lets out a low, contented rumble. “If he wanted to eat you, he would have known by now. Trust me.” “That’s not reassuring!”

But the pup's features, which bore an undeniable resemblance to him, shattered that last, fragile hope. "Daddy, it hurts…" the pup cried, his voice trembling with pain as he held up his scraped hands for Cassian to see. Cassian immediately crouched down, his face a mask of heartache and concern. But when he turned his gaze to Elara, it was cold and sharp. "What happened?"

Pure darkness. Then the shadows screamed. The sound echoed through the tunnel. Then the rest attacked. Fast. Far too fast. Then Walter swung a broken piece of stone. Smashing one of the copies. It exploded into black smoke. Then Ava grabbed Peanut. Protecting her. The puppies barked furiously. Even tiny Cookie launched himself at one of the creatures. God. That puppy had absolutely no survival instincts. Fair. None whatsoever. Reasonable honestly. Then the copy kicked toward him. Before it could connect—

I gasp, pulling my hand away. The pup whimpers and the mother jumps up, her tail wagging as she licks the pup's face. I smiled, satisfied I was able to save the pup from death. But then there was the small matter of Zak. I look behind me to see him wide eyed, staring at the pup, then to me, then to the pup again, clearly unable to process what I had done.

As mum stepped out to do the work with Chris, I whispered to Isabella that we needed to talk. "I know Chris, you have questions about what my dad told you." I stared at her not really that shocked knowing she was a ghost and shrugged off. "As he said, you're not only giving me rest. You are saving me too and the ghosts will be here soon." "Saving you? How? Can you explain?" Before she could say a word, twelve male and female naked figures appeared, cutting her off. "We are here to take our own, brave one," they said together in lightening voices with their eyes having blazes of fire.