Supernatural The Real Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

"You're twenty-one years old. You've been manipulated, betrayed, and hunted by forces most people couldn't even imagine. The fact that you found any way to fight back is miraculous." A soft knock interrupted us. We both froze. "Maya Brooks?" A woman's voice, professional but kind. "My name is Dr. Elizabeth Thorne. I'm with the Department of Supernatural Affairs. I'm not here to arrest you or hurt you. I just want to talk." My mother and I exchanged glances. The Department of Supernatural Affairs was a government agency most people didn't even know existed. "How did you find me?" I called through the door. "The same way your enemies would find you," Dr. Thorne replied honestly. "But I'm not y

Ghost could not vanish forever because of her. When she saw the priest standing downstairs, reading from the Bible, Elowen screamed at the top of her lungs. "Stop right now! You cannot keep reading!" She rushed down the stairs, trying to knock the Bible out of the priest’s hands, but two tall, powerfully built bodyguards blocked her at once. She struggled and fought with everything she had, but it was useless. All she could do was watch helplessly as the priest continued chanting, driving the spirit away. "No! Ms. Ghost, run!"

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

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.

I am not human. No, for unknown reasons and confusion beyond my comprehension, I have become something else. It is no longer a matter of being outcasted from this world, but hunted by my family. As the enemy .

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

In a voice like stone, she said, "Have you not seen what I have seen? Have you not heard what I heard? What I say is that all the immortal gods' blessings have come to me. Do you not see it?" With a quick twist, she turned back towards the guys standing beside her, and said, "Two gods from a different world have come to live in the undercity, to take away our immortal soul... They call her their light..!!!" She giggled again and squinted in their direction. Slowly, her face changed. The frightened guys pointed to themselves, and whispered in unison, "does she means us...?" She lowered her voice, "Their imprisoned souls and bodies will forever remain ours..." and a strange giggle echoed in th

Late one summer night, as they tuned into frequencies unknown, the friends—Jake, Emily, Noah, and Lily—accidentally opened a portal to the Upside Realms, a parallel dimension dripping with eerie echoes of their own world. Unbeknownst to them, the Upside Realms harbored dark entities hungry for the energy of the living. As strange occurrences plagued Everwood—disappearing pets, flickering streetlights, and odd markings etched on the town's trees—the friends realized they were at the center of a supernatural storm.

Thorne solemnly cautioned Samuel, "The ghost that can be summoned is not an ordinary ghost. However, every ghost has a fatal weakness, which is its skeleton and ashes. Once they are destroyed or scattered, the ghost may face utter destruction." Upon hearing this, Samuel carefully tucked the finger bone into his pocket. Then, the curious baby began to explore his questions, “Daddy, where did you just go? Why did your body change like this?" Thorne showed no signs of panic when caught red-handed. Instead, he looked at Samuel with a smile and truthfully confessed, "Daddy just went to the underworld and had a fight with a demon. I almost couldn't make it back, but luckily you saved me."

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.