Scooby Doo Diver Ghost Novels & Stories

Joe said quickly. “What do you mean?” Smith ventured carefully. From the pale looks and the deer look in their eyes, Brian could tell these divers were ready to run if he so much as breathed the word ghost. “Uhm, it’s hard to explain.” James started carefully. “No, it’s not.” Graeme stopped him quickly. “It’s ghosts isn’t it?” Smithy whispered. Brian stared at each of the divers in turn and then he nodded slowly. “Uhm, yeah?” he replied hesitantly.

She had surfaced and was doggy paddling back to the boat before climbing aboard. “Watch—” Trent warned about a second before Leia gave a full body shake, spraying all of us with water. We all screamed, covering ourselves and turning away from her. When the shaking stopped, I looked back at Leia who was looking at us, obviously very pleased with herself. “She showed you how it’s done,” Trent said with a laugh. I watched with rapt attention as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before taking a running dive off the edge of the boat. Me and the girls all screamed when he hit the water, a splash rising up, hitting us all. Khloe and Julia looked at me.

Then, from the darkness, a figure emerged. The Ghost. He was older, but his presence was as formidable as ever. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Dino, assessing, calculating. “You’ve grown,” the ghost said. His voice was rough, but there was something else there—a trace of regret. Dino didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Why now?” The ghost exhaled. “Because you’re not just fighting a war, Dino. You’re fighting a trap.” Dino’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”

I look up at the ceiling as the water bubbles behind me. “Father, keep my people safe.” I say when I turn to look at the tank of water filled with exotic fish when I’m hit from behind. I gasp and look down to see a harpoon sticking out of my side. Blood gushing, I turn to look behind me to see a diver, the last one alive it would seem when I move, ripping it out of my side. I scream before I throw it and it hits him in the chest. I stagger back and trip backwards as I enter the water. I sink, knowing I can’t shift. I try to swim up but I can’t. Fuck!

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

We park the SUV in the woods and walk the rest of the way; me plus five of my most trusted Gammas at my side - my sensory division simply known as Pente. /“Ghost, circle the perimeter and let us know the location and position of every wolf around Popov’s border,”/ I instruct my Scouting Gamma. He nods and his blue eyes flash pure white as he says, /“Yes, Alpha,”/ before taking off and running silently. The reason I gave Ghost the position of Scout is that he’s my fastest Gamma and has infiltrated various packs, allowing us to enter safely. His real name is Divan but he's known as Ghost, the same name as his beast. But just like Ghost, all my Gammas have codenames.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

But he swam faster and faster and disappeared from sight. She looked around in panic. Meanwhile, Craig quietly moved behind her. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was watching, he swiftly turned off her scuba tank. Once Adeline realized she could not breathe, she reached for the backup regulator behind her. But to her dismay, there was no air. In the video, she clearly looked scared. Acting on instinct, she opened her mouth to scream for help. The salty and freezing seawater instantly flooded her nose and throat. Craig, standing nearby, noticed something was wrong, but he did nothing. He clapped and cheered.