Rebirth Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

He had the most beautiful sea green eyes I'd ever seen…but that's not why I'm here. Ahem. “ And I don't believe you're my date. So, why're you here?” He asked calmly. This time, the coldness was gone. ~~~Pierce’’s POV ~~~ It's her. The girl my vehicle collided with after speaking to her harshly at the exhibition in my past life. Was she reborn too? She seems…different. Her poise and mannerisms have changed too. “ I'm Kara Jones, Serena Jones stepsister and the adopted elder daughter of the Jones family.” she said after I looked up from my tab.

What the hell! I remove my war scythe, thinking I somehow did it wrong, but I’ve done this before with Dad several times. I go to strike the spirit again, but this time it transforms from a spirit form to a human form, and its arm quickly grabs mine, stopping me from striking it. The now human removes his mask with its free hand, and to my shock, it’s Sebastian. “You can’t reap my soul. I’m not fully dead.” He informs me with a chuckle. I’m completely dumbfounded. Sebastian is a ghost hybrid. Oh shit! He’s a hybrid, which means he’s my soulmate.

But this time, he wouldn't be walking in as Victor Reis. He would be returning as The Ghost—and ghosts, as Xavier would soon learn, could not be killed twice.

I stared at her in shock. She nodded and continued, "I'm sorry, Edison… After you died, his company survived because of the money you risked your life to secure. But in the end, he married a woman he had only known for a few days. I was driven to the point where I had to jump from a building… I was still that stupid, believing that I could change him, but…" She, like me, had also been reborn after death. After the SAT results were released, I enrolled in the best film academy in the country. There, I met many of the industry's top talent and steadily forged my path.

It felt heavier than the first. “Midnight,” Leora said, melting back into the graveyard of metal. “Don’t be late. And don’t die before you plug it in. I’d hate for my work to be posthumous.” They were left alone in the rust and the yellow light, holding two thumb drives that contained their salvation and a possible apocalypse. “She’s using us,” Sabe said quietly. “We’re using her,” Anton corrected, gripping the drives tightly. “It’s the only way to fight ghosts. You have to become a ghost yourself, and then you have to turn on the lights.”

“Holy shit, you really are a necromancer and the son of Death.” I grin as the shadows dissipate, and in one quick motion, my hand wraps around Ghost’s throat tightly. “Hell yes, I am. I’m the most powerful to ever exist in my coven. Death himself has called me talented. Don’t underestimate my ability to fuck your shit up, Ghost. Stop handing out your drug concoctions to humans. You will not like it if I have to come back here.” “What about my boss?” Ghost asks. He can barely get the words out with how tight I squeeze his neck.

“Sir Ares, I’m a priestess from East Mountain, Priestess Zyda.” Sir Ares pondered her title and thought it was strange, but he calmly said, “I wonder why you’re here, Priestess?” Priestess Zyda said, “I’m here to exorcise Robbie’s soul.” Jay was shocked. “What did you say? I’ve only heard of conjuring spirits for the dead, but you want to exercise him? Did you know that my wife is bedridden from missing this child?” Priestess Zyda said, “Don’t get me wrong, Sir Ares. If it’s a conjuring, perhaps you can meet him for a moment. But exorcism will allow him to gain the third kind of opportunity to live again.”

“He despised you just as much as dear old dad. You betrayed him, and the inquisitors whipped him, starved him… and all but fed him to a demon.” I want to help her, but I stand no chance of physically overpowering this lord of hell. I need to make use of the distraction. I slip off to the kitchen and grab a container of salt from the larder. My worst anxiety is that I guessed completely wrong and my father’s ghost is not in fact already here possessing his ‘reborn son’ Christopher. I can’t exorcise this thing myself. The scriptures have little to no power when a damned bloodsucker speaks them.

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

She repeated this process nine times, and with each repetition, a mysterious energy seemed to emerge. Finally, the doll spontaneously combusted, burning along with the ancient coins until all that remained were ashes. Only the talisman affixed to the doll’s chest was left untouched. Suddenly, a surge of power struck back at Lindsay, causing her to cough up blood. The backlash wasn’t too severe, though. As the talisman began to burn at one corner, Lindsay quickly grabbed it, preventing it from being consumed completely. She had already initiated a backlash against Sarina, but the final step had yet to take effect.