Trevor Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

The once-brilliant doctor was now a shadow of who he'd been. Like always, I brought a huge bouquet of Chloe's favorite flowers and placed it in front of her headstone. Richard showed up too, limping toward the grave. I could tell he wanted to talk. I didn't. I asked the staff to escort him away and told them not to let him return. "Selena, please. I'm begging you. Don't be so cruel. I just want to see Chloe. Please." I ignored him. *** The AI company I'd invested in was thriving in Corvenia.

“I need to hear his own side of the story. I need to make him understand that what he'd done is an act of war.” Heads nodded all around the table at my words. I sighed and returned my gaze to the briefcase on the table, holding the remains of a man who was like a brother to me, a man I practically grew up with. “I'll set out to meet the Ghost soon enough,” I announced. “But for now, we toast to a fallen comrade.” We drank to Trevor and observed a minute's silence in his honor. We would bury him the next day, but tonight. After that, I headed out of the clubhouse with my Sergeant at Arms and Enforcer to meet the Ghost of the Dead Revenants, Murphy.

Kia asked. “I cannot say anything with certainty,” he replied. “I’m sorry professor, we have to call Trevor’s uncle. He was supposed to be here, but he hasn’t arrived yet,” Liz said urgently, and they took leave from the professor. An hour later, Liz walked into Beverly’ office. She could see that the atmosphere was tense. Apart from John there were three other agents in presence. Liz immediately recognized the Celestial. He was a tall guy with dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. Although he was notorious for his arrogance, Liz felt that he was very capable. The other one was Trevor Walker. He was a shapeshifter and Liz did not know much about him. He was around 17. He had the appearance of a

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

Trevor asked, and Carol nodded. Leaving the mansion they were living in, Trevor walked to the deep forest, heightening his senses to hear or feel any intruder. Meeting Avyanna wasn't the only important task for him today. As he reached the small thick tree amidst the large trees, he closed his eyes. "Let me in, lord. I am Trevor, the evil doer," Trevor said, and soon a door-like thing appeared that opened, letting him in. Walking inside the invisible mansion, Trevor stopped in the middle of the hall before looking up.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

White and Trevor stand beside their cars each glaring diggers at each other. T.B.C

"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.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.