Scooby-doo Ghost Truck Novels & Stories

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

"You stay here with them. When they wake up, they won't care about the paperwork. They will drag you to a warehouse and hurt you just to send a message to your father wherever he is." I looked at the thug with the broken wrist. He was starting to move. "Or," Declan said, "you get in my car. You work for me, and you pay off the debt." "What kind of work?" I asked. My voice trembled. Declan looked me up and down. "You have no scent," he said. "For a wolf, that makes you a ghost. I have a use for a ghost." A siren wailed in the distance. It was getting closer.

"I'm taking you to Shadowbrook—trust me, you'll love it." They headed out to the parking lot where her beast of a truck waited: a sleek, black Chevy Silverado 2500 SRT, its powerful stance and chrome accents gleaming under the evening lights. Nico raised an eyebrow as he climbed into the passenger seat, the leather interior still warm from the day's sun. "This thing looks like it could tow a house," he teased. Elara laughed, firing up the engine with a low, satisfying rumble. "It can. But tonight it's just getting us to dinner." She pulled out smoothly, the truck eating up the miles as they left the familiar grounds behind and headed toward Shadowbrook.

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters. "Move it! Delivery inbound!" She froze. Head turned slow—click, click, click. Hollow black eye sockets zeroed in. No time for ghost tag. Deletion was one second away. I yanked the handlebars. Scooter tilted almost vertical, scraping the wall, missing her by a hair. [SYSTEM NOTICE: Delivery point reached. Don't screw this up. Have a nice day.] Slammed the brakes. Skidded clean in front of the principal's door. Nailed it.

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Did William already notify them so we could enter with ease? "What is that truck for?" the goblin asked. "I bought necessities for goblins and lycans." I said it with my gentlest smile. "My gift for all of you." I gestured my hand to the human driver and helper that I hired to make them open the wing van of the truck. "There is nothing dangerous there. Feel free to check." The goblins inspected the truck for a moment before approaching us again. "We checked the items. One of our comrades will drive the truck in. Wait here while we offload the items."

She bounced on the balls of her feet, screeching through her cupped hands as Grave Digger was followed by Monster Mutt, another monster truck, though this one was painted neon orange and had the face of a dog on the front. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds as she turned my way and beamed—beamed like I was the sun and moon and stars. The trucker cap on her head was one I purchased at the concession stand. It had a little monster truck on the front and read ‘I eat dirt’ in big, chunky script. Blue Thunder, which had bolts of lightning painted all along its shell, nearly slid sideways as it climbed up another monster truck, creating a stack that had both Anastasia and my obnoxious brother screech

Dad increased the speed again, he was now faster than before and i was afraid we could have an accident. As the car was cruising very fast, we suddenly saw a dead body lying on the road, Dad hooted to see if it was going to move or it was really dead and it didn't move , it was really dead. Dad forced the car to stop before we smashed it , the car stopped immediately with full force and the Tyres were almost ready to burn. We both got out of the car to see who or what it was, we had no idea if it was an animal or a human body. The lights of the car went off, i took the torch i used to scare away the attacker at the creepy farm house.

“I would remain indebted to you all my life.” “All your life,” Ghost laughed. “Follow me, boy. I have something to show you.” Ghost walked out of the apartment and Steve followed him closely behind until they got to his car. Steve stared at the White Lincoln Limousine and turned around to face Ghost. “This is your car sir?” Steve asked. “Hop in,” Ghost replied opening the door and entering the driver’s seat. Steve entered and Ghost turned the key in the mouth and the car sparked into life. Ghost drove off immediately with speed and Steve held on to the seatbelt closely.