Supernatural Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

Leori called upon his courage, rallying his comrades to stand strong against the spectral onslaught. Swinging his sword with unwavering resolve, Leori cleaved through the ghostly apparitions. Robin's arrows whizzed through the air, finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Adonis and Ethan fought back-to-back, their martial prowess a dance of swift strikes and calculated defense. Erica, with her innate connection to the mystical, unleashed a wave of energy that banished the ghosts back into the depths from which they emerged. The air grew thick with tension as they continued their journey. Suddenly, the ground rumbled beneath their feet, and towering ogres emerged from the shadows. These hulk

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

“Then we fight back.” --- Serena leaned against the cold hospital wall, her mind racing. Harris joined her moments later, exhaustion and determination written across his face. “We’ve never seen anything like this,” he said quietly. “Ghost’s planning runs deep. Whoever he is, he’s a ghost for a reason.” Serena shook her head, eyes haunted. “He’s more than a ghost. He’s a storm, and we’re caught in the middle.” Harris looked at her intently. “And you? How are you holding up?”

“God, you don’t deserve to be here. But I can’t help you, Mom. I can’t even help myself.” She stared at me like I had just spoken another language ... Then she stood up and began pacing, her hands flying to her head. “That’s impossible. What happened to everything you got from Echo?” “Everything is still there,” I said, voice cracking. “But I can’t access any of it. The house is haunted, Mom. There’s a ghost in that house. I can’t stay there.” She let out a short... humorless laugh. “Ghost? Come on, Laura, don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing.”

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

The scene went viral across Borevia City. I stared at it, torn between guilt and something colder. Could almost see her face—hope fading to anger, then to blame. She was probably furious. Probably calling me heartless. But she'd never think about what those hundred rejections did to me. Good thing I don't care anymore. Not about her. Not about anyone. Just me. *** Hedley's resignation blew up Quindt Corp. No one knew he and Sonia were a thing, so the place went feral with gossip.

“Weren't you just seen with a dead body? You should be resting, not running around playing vigilante," “How can I rest when someone is tossing bombs into my room,” I replied as I gave him a photo I pulled from the airfield surveillance unit. It was a picture of Mr Ash. “I need to find that man,” “Ash Hoshiri,” “You know him?” He exhaled deeply as he shredded the paper with nervous breaths, “Having just that endangers you. He is a ghost, you don't find ghosts. They haunt you,” “Ever watched Ghostbusters?” “Damn it!” He grabbed my shoulders fiercely, unable to contain his terrors.

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

"But... he smelled me. He knows I have no scent." Declan hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. "He knows I'm a Ghost," I said. "He knows I'm valuable." Declan accelerated. "He won't touch you," Declan said. "You're with me." "He knows I'm working for someone," I said. "He guessed it. He knows the Suttons sent me." "Then the war has started," Declan said. "We got the bug in. That's what matters." He pulled a small tablet from the center console and handed it to me.

Like you actually mean it. For the first time in a long while, the heat building low in her stomach didn’t feel manufactured. It felt real. Dangerous. She sat back down, crossing her legs elegantly, and stared straight into the lens. “Was that slow enough for you, Ghost?” His reply came within seconds. Ghost: $10,000 more if you cancel whatever plans you had tonight and stay online with me instead.