Tennessee Wraith Chasers Novels & Stories

Then why am I feeling like this? Chilly goosebumps crawled up my bare arms, urging me to wrap my hands around myself. Not wanting to stay there alone anymore, I rushed back inside clutching the purse in my hand tightly that carried the weapon inside, ready to be used if needed. Passing through the crowd, my heart still palpitating, a black figure bumped into my shoulder. A strong pungent scent smelling like smoke hit my nostrils as I turned my head back to the passer by who didn't even glanced back. The only thing of that disappearing figure came into my view, was the inked tattoo on his arm; three cobras wrapped around a single rose. Their heads angled in a way as if they would strike at an

The loud music and the smoke around here along with men having glasses in their hands and drooling over the strippers dancing on the pole give an absolute nefarious aura to this place. You guys must be wondering who am I ? so let me break the ice to you. I am Christopher Harris, another name for the devil you can say. I work in a mafia gang called Cobra which is run by Richard Scott. Richard has been running this business for the past 25 years. but now he wants to loosen up the burden from his shoulders by handing over it to someone capable of managing it as responsibly as he did. he has only one daughter, Sophia whom he doesn't want to be involved in this profession. he loves her very much.

“You’re early. I thought I would have to wait another ten to fifteen minutes till you show up.” “I was excited about what you might need my help for. So, what’s up?” A waiter came up to them. Theresa simply ordered coffee while Vera got two maxi size burgers, some fries and a milkshake to go. “If it involves stalking, we’ll need this. And if it doesn’t, I’ll need it. Paroling is so boring.” She placated when Theresa had furrowed her brows at her order. “Okay, well,” she rolled her eyes. “I asked you here because Maxwell Hart is crazy.”

A sudden, freezing drop in temperature hit the back of Amora’s neck. High above, clinging to the shadows of the crumbling ceiling like a massive, skeletal spider, Katherine the Wraith materialized. Her white silk dress was completely shredded, her gray skin covered in fresh, black slime that dripped downward like liquid poison. Her completely black, ink-filled eyes locked onto Amora’s radiant, unprotected back. Xavier’s distraction in the forest had failed, or perhaps she had simply ignored him to hunt the ultimate prize.

"The Shadow-Stream assassins I killed... they were just the vanguard. Vane didn't just send men. He sent Wraith-Wolves." Ariyah’s face went pale. Wraith-Wolves were forbidden—creatures of the Shadow Realm bound to their masters by blood magic. They didn't hunt by scent; they hunted by the frequency of the soul. And right now, Aeron’s soul was a beacon that could be seen from the stars. "We have to move," Kael said, his Alpha authority returning out of necessity. "The cavern is a tomb. If they trap us in here, we’re finished." "I’m not going anywhere with you," Ariyah said, though her grip on Aeron tightened.

"Scouts spotted movement up there. Movement not animals enough to be too controlled and noise not enough to be humans. One of our drones captured this She handed me a small device. The screen flickered to life. Black and white footage played. At first, I saw nothing but trees swaying in the wind. Then something moved. Something tall and fast slid across the frame. Its limbs were too long, too smooth. It had the wrong shape, as though one had taken a human being and stretched it to be just horrible. And it moved without making a sound. "What the hell is that?" I asked. Tyra's jaw clenched. "Ghost units. Artificial trackers built to hunt shifter blood. Remote controlled. They don't eat, don't

"Well you see, my friend's friend is searching for a paranormal investigator. Then my friend asked me if I know someone. I remember miss Jones. Didn't you work for a psychic research?" "Y-Yeah, but my boss is going on a trip. And I'm the one who'll manage the office when they're gone. For the time being we're just allowing written request." "I see, so I'm guessing that you're still conducting investigations in paranormal cases?" "We do, but doing an actual investigation is currently on hold." "And a friend's friend is kind a suspicious Harrison, are you planning something on Ariz?" Tiffany crossed her arms. "N-No! That's not true! I'm not planning anything." He said smiling sheepishly "Hones

(Jaxs Pov) Jax couldn’t believe he was stuck knee-deep in the swamp chasing ghosts. The air was thick, tasting of rot and regret, the kind of place that made a man feel watched even when he wasn’t. Following Lucian here was pure madness. Then again, Lucian had always been half-mad, and somehow, people still followed. His tight-knit crew had shrunk to scraps. Just Gideon, Cole, Daichi, a few new recruits too green to realize what they’d signed up for and Lucian, that cold bastard who made every shadow seem to lean his way.

*songs* Cadmium- Ghost James Bay- Us Illenium- Crawl outta love ****** "Scott never comes to any family function or stuffs like these" Danielle shook her head while still looking at Scott through the window. I stared at him too and now he was just looking around. David was still talking but with someone else that joined them. Scott looked terribly bored. "Why? Why doesn't he come?" I ask.

They shook hands, but the coldness never left their eyes, and I thought they gripped each other harder than necessary. Finally, Logan turned around and walked away. I watch him leave. I never got to repay him for all he’d done for me, but this wasn’t the end; I’d find a way to do just that. “Tessa, we have to go right now.” Wraith said. Helping me out of the IVs and heart-rate monitor. “Where are we going to?” “Somewhere we can’t be followed or watched.” He answered before picking me up into his arms and walking to the door.