Trevor Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

"Look what crawled out of the drain." Three men stepped into the light. They wore oversized hoodies and tactical vests scavenged from the raid. In the center stood Ghost. He was thinner than I remembered. A jagged scar ran from his ear to his jaw—a gift from the last turf war I’d led before I disappeared. "Ghost," I said. I didn't lower the pipe. "Don't 'Ghost' me, you golden-eyed prick." He spat a glob of phlegm onto the concrete. He raised a heavy-duty revolver. "Except your eyes aren't gold anymore, are they? You look... ordinary. Like the rest of us rats."

Another message from Mila. "They're moving me. Taking me to the main compound. I saw the roster. The ghost is here. He's working for your grandfather now. Been undercover in Damien's organization for two years." The words hit like ice water. Damien grabbed the phone. Read it. His face went white. "No. That's not possible." "Who?" Celeste demanded. "Who on your team is Ghost?" Damien couldn't speak. Just stared at the screen. Celeste's brother took the phone. Read it. Swore. "Marcus Reeves. Your head of security."

No, someone. Where the hell is Trevor?

"But uncle, I want to go home." "Then, remove your clothes. Those are mine and you are not going to take them." Trevor hugged himself and said, "These are mine! You gave them to me so no return!" "Then, do not tell your mom that you want to go home already." Instead of calling Shantala, that thought slipped out from Trevor's mind since he and Helios were now bickering at each other until they reached the building of Heartland. And since he was showing up to the public as the Heartland CEO, Helios once again wore his mask.

he said, getting to his feet. “It’s been uh … a pretty fucked up twenty-four hours. But all is back as it should be. Except for for uhm…” I trailed off. I leaned into another desk. “So … I mean, does this mean now that you’re the…” he said, making wild gestures with his hands. I gave him a sharp nod. Trevor was a human, but he’d been around my family long enough to know some things. Not to mention he helped hide a lot of our dirty deeds.

The Invincible Guardian True Ghost, the spirit eye that flashed within the Invincible Guardian True Ghost flashed with a maddening hatred and curse. The Invincible Guardian True Ghost spirit slowly said. "Tadhg Walter, let me go! As long as you let me go this time, from now on, I will no longer be hostile to you. At the same time, I will resurrect in the future, can also help you do three things!" "I think you're still better at being my evolutionist!" Tadhg Walter sneered, inciting the True Ghost tower to suppress The Invincible Guardian directly. The future Tadhg Walter wants to level up half a step beyond the level of a powerhouse, and needs resources like mountains and seas. That Infinit

She looked grimly at Max, who had already rushed out to help Trevor. Max brought Trevor in and sat with him next to Gina. "Mother, I am fine, don't worry, I am just a little tired," Trevor smiled gently at Gina, who seemed genuinely worried about him. Before coming downstairs, Trevor had put on a turtleneck jumper and trousers so nothing of his body would show. He did not want Max's parents to see how Max had abused his body. But Gina knew Trevor was more affected than he wanted them to show. She could only admire his stubbornness, he really needed to learn to rely on others and show his feelings sometimes.

T R E V O R B R A N D O N, A T L A N T A' S most wanted man, was not feeling at all 'wanted' when Kristina walked in on him in an undisclosed location that must have been some kind of secret military base, given the forty-seven year old man's history with his father having been the commander of the National Guard before his tragic death. "When are you planning to let me go?" she asked him. Trevor did not respond, let alone look up at her from where he was busy working with some kind of sophisticated machinery that resembled a weapon like a large gun.

TREVOR {Thursday 8 days to the blood moon} I woke up to the sound of a gritty voice, whispering in my ear. “Good morning Trevor, my name is Jonathan Gordon. But you can call me Jericho.” I was stunned when I opened my eyes and saw his face. He was leaning toward me with a glass of water as he smiled. He had a long scar across his face and dark brown eyes. “What's going on?” I asked. “Let's go downstairs and have a chat,” he replied as he got up and walked out of the room.