Pups Save Ghost Novels & Stories

I never thought a pup would scare me like this. “No, you promise to give her to me if I help you defeat her Malcolm and we signed the agreement so no going back,” he said. “Can’t you see what is happening? Taking her pups didn’t break her, but made her more vicious. You’ve seen what she did to those vampires and rogues and see her pups. We can’t even land a hit on them in peace. They are demanding different things and if we don’t give them hell will raise and they are so relaxed about us taking them because they know the mother they have. We have to call it quits and save our heads,” I exclaimed. Ever since they got here, these pups have been my greatest nightmare. They want this, they want

Scar’s weak, terrified voice echoed from the darkness. Ghost’s heart sank. “Scar...” Scar blinked, eyes widening in disbelief. “Gh... Ghost...” Ghost rushed to the cage, pulling at the gate. “Even the devil can’t catch me.” “Oh my God! It’s really you, Ghost!” Scar rambled in disbelief. “You’re here! You’re alive! Those bastards couldn’t get to you.” Ghost grinned widely, continuing to fumble with the gate. “The key, the key is with the ugly...”

I pinch my eyes closed, suddenly feeling every bit of being a stupid, stupid pup. “The Midnight Protectors.” Protecting the dark. Well, what’s in the dark? All the things your parents warn you about, tell you are just tales meant to scare pups. The entire pack knows that the undead sleep below their surface, and moreover, they protect them. “The pack protects you during the day, while you sleep,” I ask, turning back to look at him.

"For us. He wants to tell us the truth. Face to face. Wants to see our faces when he explains how he's been lying for seven years." The penthouse garage. We didn't wait for the car to fully stop. Just... Just ran. Elevator. Security checkpoints. All of it a blur. The penthouse door was unlocked. Inside: Normal. Quiet. Like any other afternoon. Ghost sat on the couch unborthered. Luca beside him. Reading a book about dinosaurs. Both... Both looking up as we burst in. "Mama! Papà!" Luca jumped up. Ran to us. "You're back! Ghost said you'd be home soon. He was right!"

"Tell me how to make them stop eating me." Elena's ghost looked at me, her white eyes filling with a profound, heavy sadness that made my heart ache, her glowing form flickering slightly against the dark pillars. Elena's ghost appears: "There's one way to save you, but it requires a sacrifice from your mates."

We scrambled for the pups, Selina, Caspian, and I each grabbing a stroller and dragging them toward safety. The gale continued to howl with escalating fury, shattering the memorial and scattering the funeral arrangements across the room. "The spirits," Selina whispered, her voice tight with terror. The wind wrestled the strollers from our grip, the frantic cries of the pups filling the air. We scooped them into our arms just as the strollers were hurled across the space like toys. We clung to the infants, but an invisible force began to tug at us, dragging us toward the center of the vortex. We braced ourselves, our feet skidding across the floor as we fought the supernatural suction.

Ethan trembled, a full-body shiver of a wolf caught in a silver snare. His mouth worked, but no sound came out. I had anticipated resistance. My shadow-walker, on a separate retainer, had already mind-linked the Enforcers about Seraphina. As if summoned by the accusation, Seraphina appeared at the hall entrance. Two senior Enforcers flanked her. She looked ghostly. Her eyes were red-raw. And in her arms, swaddled in a soft grey pelt, was a pup.

I cracked the door open and saw that, aside from the two guards who had just rushed upstairs, everyone else had already fled toward the courtyard. I immediately let out another desperate scream. "Help! A ghost… Max is grabbing my leg!" To my surprise, the two guards didn't run. Instead, they gripped their flashlights and charged toward the bedroom. Bad luck for them. The moment they stepped inside, Max knocked them out cold with a baseball bat. Soon after, I guided the first puppet to lure the remaining guards out into the yard. Some of the braver ones tried to fight back, swinging shovels, stun batons, and even firing nail guns at the first Max.

Breathing. Malik went still. “I know you’re there,” he said evenly, voice carrying without aggression. “I’m not here to hurt you.” Silence stretched thin. Then something shifted near the back of the ruins. A small shape crawled free from behind a fallen beam, dirt-streaked and shaking. A boy, eyes too old for his face. A wolf pup. Old enough to remember. Young enough to be ignored. Malik lowered himself into a crouch, careful not to loom. “You saw what happened.”

Skinny Monkey added, shrill as ever, “It’s the last day! If you try to touch us, I’ll slice her head clean off!” The ghosts' anger all came to an abrupt halt! From up here, I could see every single ghost downstairs staring at the axe and at me. None of them dared to move. Seconds ticked by. Then, the system’s chime rang in everyone’s ears: [Survival countdown: Ten, Nine, Eight…] “It’s done!” Big Eyes’ face contorted into wild ecstasy. “Hahaha! Old hag! You’re done being useful! “I won’t even let you leave with us!”