Simon Ghost Riley Novels & Stories

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.”

" In your case, 6 feet below." Simon stood his ground. He wasn't prepared to go down without a fight. Razor rolled his eyes and nodded to his men. "Destroy him."He barked. The first attacker charged at Simon but was met with a wooden arrow to the head and dissisipated. Simon quickly pulled out a revolver and shot two more driving wooden bullets into them. The fourth and fifth met similar fates and hope began to grow within Simon. That was until a silver arrow sank into his thigh.Courtsey of Razor. Simon screamed in pain and dropped down to one knee. Seeing the advantage, another vampire made his move but Simon intercepted and put a bullet into his skull, wasting him. Razor grew impatient and

Dear God. Tommy made a sweeping gesture toward the forbidding Shaw mansion. “Ghosts are at it up there. Lights burning at night, movement in the windows. We . . . have . . . ghosts, I believe.” Richard laughed nervously. “Yeah, that would be the pastor. George Deadmond told me: Simon Julian lives there, pastor from the church. It’s him you’re probably seeing at night.” Truitt had his crooked grin on. “I knew that. I just wanted to”—change the subject—“see if you knew it. So, exactly who is this guy anyway? I’ve heard around town he performs miracles.”