Riley Ghost Novels & Stories

She knew she had to act fast before Karina could use Aidan's daughter as a tool against her. ******* In the quiet corner near the staircase of the Everhardt mansion, Riley twirled around with a wide smile, her heart racing with excitement until it almost leaped from her chest when she spotted Gina behind her. Gina's voice cut through the air, tinged with suspicion. "What are you doing here, Riley?" Startled, Riley tried to compose herself. "Just... talking to someone," she replied, her tone attempting to sound casual. Gina's eyes narrowed, her suspicion growing. "Who?"

"That's true, but even if he's not the Ghost, he must possess information about who has been tormenting my pack. He'll have to provide those answers." *** A few minutes later, Richard, Hart, and Mrs Pierce found themselves bound together and confined within a car, heading back to the Crescent Hills pack. However, Lila couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was seriously amiss. While Richard might not be entirely blameless in this web of intrigue, he didn't seem to be at its core—perhaps he was being manipulated. It became apparent to her that the only person who could potentially unveil the Ghost's true identity was Drax.

Before logic can intervene, he fires off a message to his assistant: “Monitor Amanda’s apartment. If it goes on the market, buy it immediately. No questions. No delays.” Riley stares at the sent text, thumb hovering over the screen. The weight of the request settles over him—equal parts possessive and pathetic. But the alternative—letting some stranger walk through HER rooms, touch HER walls—is unthinkable. If she is gone, he’ll at least keep the ghost of her close. ---

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

Chapter 144: The Race Against Time XENOIS I stood at the edge of the path, staring down at a scene that seemed to defile everything that I thought I knew about reality. My son - Riley, who I'd been told was dead or dying somewhere in these woods - was lying on the rocks below, alive and breathing. Beside him knelt Thorne and a woman I didn't recognize, her hands still glowing with residual magical energy that made the hair on my arms stand on end.

I saw Riley, who was a girl in our year, creative, with a strange fascination with surrealist painting through a small window. She wasn’t alone. She held her phone up like she was on speaker. It was not just a regular call, though. It was a chanting on the other side , deep, metrical, unnatural. Foreign. Like something old. Riley repeated word to word and her eyes were closed and there were some charcoal symbols drawn around a circle on the floor before her feet. A knot turned in my stomach. This was no mere stroppy adolescence. This was something else. I leaned in, trying to hear more—just a word, anything that made sense. But then the phone’s voice shifted, louder now.

If you don't mind dealing with someone who clearly doesn't know what the hell he's doing. MistressA: Of course. Take time to process this. I'll be here when you're ready for real conversation. I closed the laptop and stared at the ceiling. Real conversation. Like what we'd just had wasn't real enough. "You look like someone just explained quantum physics using interpretive dance," Riley observed, appearing in my doorway with supernatural timing. "Just processing some information." "What kind of information makes you look like you're having an existential crisis?" "The life-altering kind."

“That’s what it sounded like, kid. Riley made a deal. A big one. She’s fighting for him in a way none of us saw coming.” Caden runs a hand through his hair and starts pacing the same path I just wore out. “Riley’s body is here, but her soul crossed. Gunnar’s body vanished completely. We checked the burial grounds three times. Nothing. It’s like the ground opened up and took him. The pack is losing it out there. Half of them think Riley killed him for good. The other half think she’s some kind of goddess now.” I snort. “She’s not a goddess. She’s Riley. Stubborn as hell, protective and apparently willing to burn her own future to get Gunnar back. That woman doesn’t do anything halfway.”

He howled into his phone, calling Riley’s assistant until the line finally clicked open. "Where are you hiding, you traitorous bitch?" he roared, his voice cracking with a feral, unhinged rage. "I’ll hunt you down and end you myself!" "End me? I’m already a ghost, Blake!" Riley’s voice screamed back, matched in its jagged intensity. "Did you think you could trade my womb and my loyalty without a debt? You signed that pact because you didn't trust me, and in doing so, you handed me the silver to kill you. I don't care if it's you, Whitaker, or 'Saint' Ava. We all burn together!"

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.