Supernatural Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

"Check the comments. Someone leaked a clip of the 'cold spot' discussion from the livestream. The fans are going nuts. #HauntedMansion is beating #LoveChase." "So?" "So," Mira said, a smile spreading across her face. "We're pivoting." "Pivoting?" "The romance arc is great. The tragedy arc is great. But the Supernatural arc? That's the jackpot." She grabbed the tablet back. "I've already called the network. They authorized a budget increase. We're bringing in specialists." "Specialists?" Elion asked, dread pooling in his gut. "Like... therapists?" "Like mediums," Mira said. "Ghost hunters. We're going to rig the house with thermal cameras. EMF meters. Spirit boxes. We're going to find out wha

When I was six years old, I came down with a terrible fever. Doris carried me through a blizzard and begged a clinic doctor to treat me. She spent her entire life pinching pennies, setting aside every dollar for my future wedding. "Mark, ghosts are easier to deal with than people. A ghost just wants your life, but people will strip you to the bone." She used to say it while sipping her tea. ‘Doris, you were wrong. ‘In this world, people are far more poisonous than ghosts.’

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

"Have Samuel show up, cure Nicky's illness, and I'll let your whole family go. Otherwise, I'll make sure you lose your last remaining family member today." And then, the heart monitor beside my mother's bed let out a long, flat beep and flatlined. Under the relentless torment, my mother had slipped away. My sister clutched our mother's body and wailed, her grief turning into a frenzy as she screamed at Adeline. "Samuel is dead! He's been dead for years! Why won't you believe me?! "He died four years ago! Four years ago, he gave you his heart, and you didn't even know!

Suddenly a pale blue light was seen from the furthest corner of the pool, just next to the washrooms. "No, not again," Sam cried. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. He was shaking. Sam and I seemed to be moving normally but those around us were all in slow motion. "What do you mean not again, Sam," I yelled at him. "This is what happened before they took me the other day. Everything stopped moving and something came out of a blue light. Please don't let them take me again, please." I had never seen Sam that frightened before. He often got angry but never frightened. I pulled him out of the pool and told him to run as I stared at the blue light to see what was to come out of it. Sam was well

His heart beats so fast, his suspicion is right that the tremendous power he sensed was the power of ghost stone. “It could be that there’s a family in the Macrobat used and unleash the true power of ghost stone!” He was confused and he punched the table. Because of his punches, the table is wrecked. All his subordinates were shocked. “It can’t be! It can’t be!” Alpha Julze lost his control his eyes widened like a furious demon. The red nerves and arteries are meeting directly in Julze‘s eyes. He is shouting and all he touched and held, he threw it away and destroyed.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

He turned to hug a ghoul frozen by his action: "Thank you, Jin, thank you." The shoulder-length-haired guy clumsily patted his back and hummed something in his throat. In a warm atmosphere, Hisashi interjected: "Do you smell anything, little wizard?" "Huh?" A sly smile spread across the incubus' handsome face: "The smell of something that belongs to me that's sticking to him?" Balan screamed disgustedly: "Ewww!". Then he grabbed his teenage brother and rushed out of the store. Behind them was the delighted laughter of one of the shopkeepers, mixed with the swearing words of another shop owner.

"Not just you, though I think it started with you. Whoever is doing this is targeting all magic users. Is that something Gwen would do?" "I guess." I frown, thinking about his question. "She could want revenge on all of us for having magic while hers disappeared. Why? What is it you're not telling me?" "The spells used are to eradicate magic. They are trying to unravel the very essence of power and in doing so," he stops in front of me, "if they succeed, they'll wipe out all supernaturals on the planet." Ben's words ring in the air between us. What he is saying is that Gwen is trying to do mass genocide on paranormals including me. "Would this spell also affect you and the other ghosts?"

His voice was weary as he said, "Alright, get some rest now." As we lay down together, I turned on my side to watch him, taking in his eyes, his nose, and his lips. Suddenly, a voice rang in my head, shattering the quiet night like a thunderclap. "That's not the real Sebastian! He died three years ago!" My breath hitched as I bolted upright and scanned the room frantically. "Who said that? Who's there?" There was no response, only Sebastian, who was startled awake by my scream.