Salvation Ghost Novels & Stories

“Or at least… that’s what Father told me. That Elias died trying to save Mother. That I was the only one left. And I believed him. I let that belief turn me into this.” He finally looked up at me. His gray eyes were red-rimmed, shattered, completely exposed. “All these years, I thought I was the last Volkov standing. The one who had to carry the darkness alone. And now…” His voice broke completely. “Now I find out my brother is alive. That he’s become The Ghost. That he wants me dead. That he wants *you* and Alora dead. Because of the blood in our veins.” I moved closer, crawling into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. He clung to me desperately, burying his face in my shoulder li

If her uncle trusted the human enough to legally take under his wing then she trusted him enough to not question his judgement. Auxilia wasn’t just a guest house, it was Neutral Ground, meaning that all ghouls who wanted to pass on and eat dead human flesh only when necessary, come here for their stock ups, some come here for shelter, others rented and lived here. The point was, the whole place was a ghoul sanctuary. That was why it was called Auxilia Guesthouse and café; Auxilia was greek for ‘help’ or ‘safety granted’.

He howled his dominance, taking a step toward the shaking Herbert. One step was all he took. The Colonel's body shuddered, and he shook his head. He tried to move, but his body refused to respond. A look of panic passed through his eyes before they rolled up in his head and his body collapsed. He was dead before his head hit the floor. Herbert shook his head at the dead man, sadness in his voice. "I told you, the serum will only work on those with the gene." The room was silent except for the hum of the lights and the computer. Chloe clung to her brother, unsure of what was going to happen next. Everything already felt like a dream, so she was mentally preparing herself for the Colonel to co

“Clear your head. Then we plan. Together.” I nodded slowly because I had no other choice. Because my family needed me. Because Sara needed me. And because I would burn the world down, carefully, methodically, piece by piece, to bring her home. Papa’s words were still echoing in my head when the back door slammed open behind us. Wolf. His chest was heaving, eyes wide, urgency written all over him. “Salvatore.” I straightened instantly. “What.” He didn’t waste time. Didn’t soften it. Didn’t breathe. “It’s Ghost,” he said. “He’s got something.” My heart stopped.

Their soft glow cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an otherworldly ambiance. Taking center stage, the priest raised his arms, his voice resonated with a commanding tone as he recited ancient incantations. The words, filled with power and purpose, echoed through the chamber, lending an ethereal quality to the proceedings. Blair and Nora stepped forward, each holding a vial of sacred liquid. With careful precision, they poured their respective liquids into a small, ornate chalice placed before them. The liquids mingled, symbolizing the union of their bloodlines, and the chalice emitted a soft glow as it absorbed the essence of their connection.

They are suppose to be a beautiful symbol of faith, love, and loyalty but their powers could turn dark and overtake them making them evil. Other stories say they are also knows as ice wolves, frost demons, or wolves of mourning. They have the ability to produce ice within their bodies and then project it outwards which makes sense being as they were said to have control over the elements. Given that Alpha Stone kept Ingrid hidden from everyone else and their pack, not letting her shift by drugging her and telling everyone else that she didn't even have a wolf, and then trying to mate with her had me questioning what he actually knew about where she was from. Ingrid has no further answers tha

I gasped as I saw them all holding glowing lanterns and then simultaneously, they all released them and the sky lit up. "I'm malicious, mean and scary My sneer could curdle dairy And violence-wise my hands are not the cleanest But despite my evil look and my temper and my hook I've somehow managed to fall in love with the sweetest" Tyberias began to sing. I noticed he changed the last line to his own. "I've got a dream I've got a dream" he continued, he wrapped his arms around my waist, urging me to join in. "I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam

She looked exactly as she did the day Maya left for school. "Mother?" Maya reached out. Her mother stopped. "You brought the Ghost with you " her mother said, looking at the device on Mayas chest. "You brought the machine into our place." Maya shouted, "He saved me! He saved all of us!" Her mother said sadly "He is a copy of a man who died twenty years ago Maya.. He is the reason the satellite is coming."

“What do you mean? I’m here, alive.” "Are you though?" She shot back. "What do you mean?" "Your body is here, your mind is here, but is your spirit here?" She asked and I had no answer to that. "There is a point called the veil. A place between life and death but you my girl, was pushed back to life from that point by someone longing to be alive. Someone longing for vengeance, someone who died in that very cliff," "So you are saying I'm supposed to be dead?" "Lucien," She called out calmly.

Ghost asks, going back to mixing the drugs with the baggies. I notice he’s mixing different supernatural drugs and human drugs. Almost as if the concoctions are supposed to be different, or perhaps that’s the point. He’s just mixing random ass drug cocktails hoping it will do the job and kill the humans. Ghost is reckless, so it wouldn't surprise me if this were his first or second time doing this. If this is the first time, he might be using tonight as an experiment to see if it works. Ghost could be doing this just because he fucking can or because he’s working with someone, and there is a purpose to his madness.