Supernatural The Real Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

he ordered. “I’m not planning to” and the butterfly spun faster. She took a deep breath and for a while everything was silent. She absorbed from all the energy around her. From the earth, to the atmosphere and fellow supernaturals. And when she let go, the electricity that the steel had absorbed also released and what resulted was a massive blast destroying the area of land and the surroundings leaving a sunken piece of land in its place. When everything cleared there was only a lot of bloody bodies and no Tresicta.

He should not have wasted his time with these two fools. Ghost looked at them, his hideous expression hidden behind the mask. The only thing that could be seen through the mask was his chilling eyes. A single look at them and the three felt as if their souls just left their bodies. This was not Ghost, he was Lucifer himself! Ghost went over to the computer and pressed a few buttons. The door behind Damian was automatically opened. “Go save your wife, I will find the baby!” His voice was low and deep. Unlike his deadly eyes, his voice actually sounded very nice.

“They were most definitely a species we had never seen before. I believe they were a mix of banshee, gargoyle, manticore and a harpy.” His nostrils flare with untold rage as he rests his palms on the table’s surface. “I just received a list of other supernaturals that have gone missing this week, and all of those creatures are on the list, along with a few more. If Lilith is on earth, it explains why my hunters have not found her.” Lucifer pushes back from the table and strolls toward me. “You have to hide Bree from her.” My heart pounds loudly in my chest, and my eyes widen. Azazel looks at me from the corner of his eye but remains quiet. “Why would I need to hide Bree from Lilith?” I ask a

“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.”

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]

"The old men in the family really think it was an accident. Who would've guessed I paid off his mechanic to tamper with that damn engine?" I had it. I slipped my phone from my inner pocket, confirming the recording was still active. Even though family rules dictated that a recording couldn't be used for a summary execution, once Lorenzo was back on his feet, cleaning up these scumbags would be child's play. I was just about to turn and retreat when a bone-chilling wind swept across the back of my neck. An icy hand clamped around my throat. I spun around. It was the spirit of a burly man in a black suit, holding a spectral submachine gun. Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red bl

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

The second he sat down, however, his expression instantly turned slightly unpleasant… Noticing the change in his mood, Juno was prompted to ask, “…What’s wrong, Gerald? Did you manage to gather anything…?” “…Well, for one, those aren’t ordinary people… They belong to the Soul Hunter organization!” whispered Gerald. “The Soul Hunters? That’s them? To think they’d be here as well!” replied the shocked Juno in a hushed voice. Raising a slight brow, Rey then asked, “…Um… Who exactly are the Soul Hunters…?” As the name suggested, the Soul Hunters were an organization that specialized in hunting and killing ghosts and spirits. Naturally, they also possessed special equipment that would help them d

Great. I’m beginning to question all I believe in. Like since there are ghosts and all, that means nothing is actually beyond myth. Nothing is superstition, nothing is a just a tale. The Supernatural is real. It may all be real. The weather is beautiful, the sun rays are warm and they seem to be dancing all around. The sky is really blue, so blue that it seems magical. I can’t even see a single cloud. It’s stunning. I’m wearing a crop top and short jeans. Not too short, but short nevertheless.

"Werewolves exist in real life. Witches exist in real life. You don't believe in telekinesis? Wait. Are you one of those guys who doesn't believe in extraordinary abilities but does believe in ghosts?" I absolutely believed Lewis was the type to believe in ghosts. I would bet money he had a story in his head about poltergeists or a haunting somewhere. He was the kind to buy into snake oil if it was sold by a guy with an 'honest face.' "Ghosts are real," Rachel countered, "You don't believe in ghosts, but you think you have superhuman powers?" "I'm a werewolf. We're all werewolves. We all have superhuman powers. I just also happen to be telekinetic."