Simon Riley Ghost Novels & Stories

Gavin shot back his drink and flipped Piercy off as he tossed his head back and laughed. “Black.” Tossing the card over, I took a long breath before looking around. “Simon, show the group that tattoo you got when I was there that summer.” “Fuck that.” He shot back his drink as Stacy died laughing. “It’s a-” “NO!” Simon covered her mouth with his hand. “BUTTERFLY!” I finished, as he looked at me. Instantly, I got up and ran over to Piercy and sat down on his lap. “You can’t touch me here.”

He offered me a present, and a future to build, without looking back. Sometimes, at night, I still wake up. The memory of a cold shadow in the hollow of my ribs. Parquet against my back. A dark gaze that reflected me as a piece of darkness. Sometimes, it's Clara's face that surfaces, and shame, though dull now, swells for an instant like a distant tide. But these are no longer demons. They are ghosts. And ghosts, Simon taught me, are not fought. You learn to live with their silent presence. You let them wander the corridors of the past, while you close the door of the present room.

He didn’t close the space between us, just stayed close enough that I could feel the ache in him to do more. Simon came running into view, his jacket torn and smeared with blood. His eyes landed on me, narrowed with something between urgency and worry. "Have you seen any changes in the vampire civilians? Any shifts in behavior, anything strange?" he asked, before his gaze flicked to Richard and stayed there. "She heard something," Richard said, his voice low but unsteady. "Inside the signal." Simon stopped mid-step. "What did you hear?" "Not words," I said. "Feelings. Sorrow, grief, memories that didn’t belong to me."

“All set?” “Umm… I was about to call you. Something happened.” Simon said, and Aries knitted his eyebrows. “For a month now. Mr. Richardson is trying to connect with you and, as per your orders, we aren’t entertaining any of the Glazier’s staff. But he seemed suspicious, so I kept my eyes on him. I saw him visiting Shane’s grave and the last night, Alfred’s men thrashed him to death. He was admitted to the hospital. I just paid him a visit, and he continuously asked if Milo was alive.”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Men got out, secured the area with military precision. I didn't wait for permission. Just opened my door and ran. Ghost met me at the front entrance. Six-foot-four of solid muscle and calm competence. He had been special forces before going private, and it showed in the way he moved he was always aware, always ready. "He's in the living room," Ghost said quietly. "Playing that dinosaur game you got him. I told him we might be taking a trip, but he doesn't know anything else." "Thank you." I gripped his arm. "For everything."

After he took all the black pills Jim gave him, he couldn’t speak or hear. No matter how hard he stared at Jim, all he could make out was the latter’s lips opening and closing. He ran through the movements in his mind, and finally pinned down on a keyword that kept appearing: Diana. Simon’s face changed. With trembling hands, he grabbed a pen and paper, and scribbled, “Don’t touch her.” Don’t touch Diana. Otherwise, he would haunt Jim’s dreams after he died! Jim wasn’t afraid of ghosts, which he firmly believe to not exist. They were merely figments of people’s imagination that served to ignite fear.

"Unless you want the sniper on the roof across the street to put a bullet in your head." Silas looked up at the roof. He couldn't see anything in the rain, but he didn't lower the gun. "Who are you?" Silas demanded. The man adjusted his glasses. "My name is Adrian. I’m the Ghost's... executive assistant." "You work for the man helping my mother," Silas spat. "I work for the highest bidder," Adrian corrected. "And right now, the Ghost is very interested in you. He wants to make a deal." "I don't make deals with traitors," Silas said.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.