Ghost - a half human half vampire story~PG-13
This is about Amelie, a half vampire half human girl who is different in a lot of ways to Renesmee. She was created, like a vampire, however the venom didn't have time to spread completely, leaving her part human. She is subject to uncontrolable rages in which she kills hundreds of people with out meaning to. It is set around the time of Eclipse.
Disclaimer - All the characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. All of the characters that are made by me are mine. The story is also mine, as far as I know.
Also, my other completed Fan Fictions, FINAL IMPRINT (Seth and Makayla's Story) and LONE WOLF GIRL
All three (Ghost, frozen Tears and Broken Promises) are all completed so there are PDF files that you can read instead of using the contents which are very unreliable. XD
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Ghost - Book One
Ghost: Ghost.pdf
Contents:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 , Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20 , Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34 , Chapter 35 , Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39 , Chapter 40, , Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43
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Una Nuova Vita By Ellie (Book One and A Half)
The complety amazing and wonderful Ellie has started writing Ghost in Alec's point of view. You should definitely check it out - it is twenty-billion times better than Ghost and it's updated more! (Two for one, what a bargain).
Go here: http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/group/fanfiction/forum/topics/una-nu...
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Frozen Tears - Book Two
PDF File: Frozen Tears.pdf
Contents:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20
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Broken Promises - Book Three
PDF file is here: Broken Promises.pdf
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The Effects of The Storm - Book Four
Thanks to Rhia for the banner above! x
Below is the PDF file of what I've written of The Effects of The Storm. I will update that everytime I write a new chapter now. IGNORE the links, they are all broken and no matter how many times I fix them, they will stay broken.
The Effects Of The Storm14.pdf
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14
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Ghost
Chapter 1
I heard my Dad pause outside my door, I thought he was going to come in, but then I heard a meow. Oh, my cat must be outside.
“I need another bookcase.” I said to him.
His response came quickly, “No you don’t I’m sure there’s enough room on your current one.”
He came into my room, his eyes twinkling, he too, turned to look at my colossal bookshelf, which covered the whole of the wall.
“Look, Dad!” I point to the books neatly stacked at the bottom because they couldn’t fit, “They have no room at all!”
Dad smiled at me, “I’m sure you could create a bookshelf on your floor like that.”
I mock-glared at him, and whined, “Daaaad, you know I can’t. You have a day off tomorrow, can’t you build me one then?”
“I will put it on my to-do list.”
I moaned, my Dad’s to-do was about a mile long, and went from jobs that dated years back (painting the bathroom) to very recent jobs (extending the garage). If my bookshelf was put on his to-do list, it would never get done.
“There’s room there!” I pointed to the only spare wall above my bed, “You can build me one like my old room had. You know, the simple wood nailed to the wall, or whatever.”
“No, they had a terrible design. I will think long and hard about it.”
I could tell he was joking, but I followed him out of my room and down the hallway, “Think about it now and then do it tomorrow. It’s supposed to be raining so you can’t do any brick laying. You have all day to build me a bookshelf!”
I had stopped walking, Dad paused at the top of the stairs, “I will put it on my to-do list.”
I groaned and pretended to sulk. I could hear my Dad laughing, I joined in with him.
I knew it was going to get done, either tomorrow or over the weekend. There were two reasons I was positive of this: First, I was an only child and my Dad loved to see me smile, so he did a lot of stuff for me, and second, I was a wildly volatile half vampire half human girl, who with no warning, could massacre a whole village if I got angry. I got most things done for me.
I suppose I felt a bit guilty about being able to have pretty much anything done for me because people were terrified I would eat them, but they were right to worry. Of course, when I got angry, I didn’t mean to kill people, it just happened. And I regretted it deeply later. I always tried to console the families, however they ran away screaming every time they saw me. Sometimes this made me angry and I would kill the rest of them, so I gave up trying to help.
I had never killed someone close to me though. But seeing as I didn’t have any friends, I was an only child and my Mum had been murdered four years ago, my Dad was the only one close to me.
There was one major advantage of being me though. I was born with a very advanced mind. Which meant I had gone to school for a year, but at the end of that year, I knew everything my Dad knew so there was no need to continue my schooling. The Government accepted this and after that they stayed well away from my Dad and I.
Actually, I thought, staring and my bookcase, if someone wanted to hurt me, my books would be a very good place to start.
I loved my books, they were my only companions really. I loved my Dad to pieces, but he was still a Dad. My books consoled me, because they showed me fragments of lives that were so much worse than mine. Even if all of them were fictional.
I was completely sure what the name of my species was, I supposed that technically zombie was the most accurate, because I was dead but then I was saved by the kiss of a vampire.
I absentmindedly rubbed the crescent-shaped scar on my neck. I had never met that vampire who brought me back to life. I’m not that bothered either. Dad said she was nice, with short, black hair, he said she looked more like a pixie than a vampire.
Waking up from being dead, now there was an unpleasant experience. Imagine pins and needles. Now imagine that times a thousand. You now sort of understand how uncomfortable being brought back was.
I slumped onto my bed, murmuring apologies to my cat, Hazel, and turned my iPod on to some random noise. I never really got into music. It was always just background noise, quiet unnerved me. I opened my current book, an enjoyable book about demons. It was relaxing change from the endless romance that made up most of my books. I don’t think the main character in this book was even capable of love. He seemed cold.
I’d already had dinner, so there were no more disturbances that evening. It took me a couple of hours to finish my book, but I stayed up late thinking about stuff. I did it a lot. I talk to myself in my mind. Well, I speed talk. So it was about one in the morning when I finally turned my light off.
Disclaimer - All the characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. All of the characters that are made by me are mine. The story is also mine, as far as I know.
Also, my other completed Fan Fictions, FINAL IMPRINT (Seth and Makayla's Story) and LONE WOLF GIRL
All three (Ghost, frozen Tears and Broken Promises) are all completed so there are PDF files that you can read instead of using the contents which are very unreliable. XD
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Ghost - Book One
Ghost: Ghost.pdf
Contents:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 , Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20 , Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34 , Chapter 35 , Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39 , Chapter 40, , Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43
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Una Nuova Vita By Ellie (Book One and A Half)
The complety amazing and wonderful Ellie has started writing Ghost in Alec's point of view. You should definitely check it out - it is twenty-billion times better than Ghost and it's updated more! (Two for one, what a bargain).
Go here: http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/group/fanfiction/forum/topics/una-nu...
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Frozen Tears - Book Two
PDF File: Frozen Tears.pdf
Contents:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20
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Broken Promises - Book Three
PDF file is here: Broken Promises.pdf
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The Effects of The Storm - Book Four
Thanks to Rhia for the banner above! x
Below is the PDF file of what I've written of The Effects of The Storm. I will update that everytime I write a new chapter now. IGNORE the links, they are all broken and no matter how many times I fix them, they will stay broken.
The Effects Of The Storm14.pdf
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14
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Ghost
Chapter 1
I heard my Dad pause outside my door, I thought he was going to come in, but then I heard a meow. Oh, my cat must be outside.
“I need another bookcase.” I said to him.
His response came quickly, “No you don’t I’m sure there’s enough room on your current one.”
He came into my room, his eyes twinkling, he too, turned to look at my colossal bookshelf, which covered the whole of the wall.
“Look, Dad!” I point to the books neatly stacked at the bottom because they couldn’t fit, “They have no room at all!”
Dad smiled at me, “I’m sure you could create a bookshelf on your floor like that.”
I mock-glared at him, and whined, “Daaaad, you know I can’t. You have a day off tomorrow, can’t you build me one then?”
“I will put it on my to-do list.”
I moaned, my Dad’s to-do was about a mile long, and went from jobs that dated years back (painting the bathroom) to very recent jobs (extending the garage). If my bookshelf was put on his to-do list, it would never get done.
“There’s room there!” I pointed to the only spare wall above my bed, “You can build me one like my old room had. You know, the simple wood nailed to the wall, or whatever.”
“No, they had a terrible design. I will think long and hard about it.”
I could tell he was joking, but I followed him out of my room and down the hallway, “Think about it now and then do it tomorrow. It’s supposed to be raining so you can’t do any brick laying. You have all day to build me a bookshelf!”
I had stopped walking, Dad paused at the top of the stairs, “I will put it on my to-do list.”
I groaned and pretended to sulk. I could hear my Dad laughing, I joined in with him.
I knew it was going to get done, either tomorrow or over the weekend. There were two reasons I was positive of this: First, I was an only child and my Dad loved to see me smile, so he did a lot of stuff for me, and second, I was a wildly volatile half vampire half human girl, who with no warning, could massacre a whole village if I got angry. I got most things done for me.
I suppose I felt a bit guilty about being able to have pretty much anything done for me because people were terrified I would eat them, but they were right to worry. Of course, when I got angry, I didn’t mean to kill people, it just happened. And I regretted it deeply later. I always tried to console the families, however they ran away screaming every time they saw me. Sometimes this made me angry and I would kill the rest of them, so I gave up trying to help.
I had never killed someone close to me though. But seeing as I didn’t have any friends, I was an only child and my Mum had been murdered four years ago, my Dad was the only one close to me.
There was one major advantage of being me though. I was born with a very advanced mind. Which meant I had gone to school for a year, but at the end of that year, I knew everything my Dad knew so there was no need to continue my schooling. The Government accepted this and after that they stayed well away from my Dad and I.
Actually, I thought, staring and my bookcase, if someone wanted to hurt me, my books would be a very good place to start.
I loved my books, they were my only companions really. I loved my Dad to pieces, but he was still a Dad. My books consoled me, because they showed me fragments of lives that were so much worse than mine. Even if all of them were fictional.
I was completely sure what the name of my species was, I supposed that technically zombie was the most accurate, because I was dead but then I was saved by the kiss of a vampire.
I absentmindedly rubbed the crescent-shaped scar on my neck. I had never met that vampire who brought me back to life. I’m not that bothered either. Dad said she was nice, with short, black hair, he said she looked more like a pixie than a vampire.
Waking up from being dead, now there was an unpleasant experience. Imagine pins and needles. Now imagine that times a thousand. You now sort of understand how uncomfortable being brought back was.
I slumped onto my bed, murmuring apologies to my cat, Hazel, and turned my iPod on to some random noise. I never really got into music. It was always just background noise, quiet unnerved me. I opened my current book, an enjoyable book about demons. It was relaxing change from the endless romance that made up most of my books. I don’t think the main character in this book was even capable of love. He seemed cold.
I’d already had dinner, so there were no more disturbances that evening. It took me a couple of hours to finish my book, but I stayed up late thinking about stuff. I did it a lot. I talk to myself in my mind. Well, I speed talk. So it was about one in the morning when I finally turned my light off.
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can i make you a banner?!??! http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/group/fanfiction/forum/topics/lolipo...
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Chapter 7 Richelle’s Point of View
“Nessie? Hannah?” I shrieked as I pelted into the living room. They were sitting playing with a young girl’s hair, but they stopped when I came in.
“Ellie!” They both cried happily and jumped up to hug me. Nessie had grown since I had seen her, and her ringlet bronze hair fell past her waist. Hannah had stayed the same but the way she spoke seemed more mature than last time – the exact opposite of me.
“This is Claire, Quil’s imprint.” Hannah introduced. Claire giggled and waved at me when she heard her name. I heard Quil, one of the larger werewolves sigh in happiness at her laugh.
I sat down on the floor and the other two joined me, it was almost disconcerting the way that Bella, Rosalie, Jacob and Quil were staring at our little group and it made it worse when Irina came over to join us.
“So what’s go on over here?” I asked, trying to ignore our audience, the same time that Nessie said, “How’s Alaska?”
I laughed, “Alaska is snowy, and that’s about it. Lots and lots of snow.”
Renesmee smiled and Hannah laughed, “It’s boring here,” Hannah told me, “Nothing has really happened, has it?”
“Emily and Sam got married.” Renesmee reminded her, “But it was on Quileute territory so we didn’t go, even though we were invited. And Claire has started coming for visits, haven’t you?” Renesmee asked her in a baby voice and Claire giggled again.
Jake and Quil suddenly looked up at the same time and I saw Bella’s eyes dart to the window before settling on Renesmee again. Nessie also noticed this and peered curiously out of the window, then she smiled when she noticed another werewolf making his way out of the forest.
“Seth’s coming!” She called to the room, nobody seemed that interested but I saw Daddy look at the oncoming boy too.
Claire leaned onto me and I felt the blood pulse under my fingers. It wasn’t that attractive to me, but I couldn’t but wonder what would happen if I just bit her a tiny bit…
“Qwuil,” she yawned, “I wanna sleep.” Wuil immediately snapped to attention and pulled the small girl into his arms in a protective way. Sne snuggled into him and in a few seconds was snoring gently on his shoulder.
“Sure, Claire,” he said to the already sleeping toddler, “Jake, I’m going to take Claire home. It was nice meeting you Richelle.” He said to me before leaving. I smiled, but I don’t think he saw it because he was looking down at the girl with love clear in his eyes. I returned my attention to Seth.
Now, even though I was old enough to be paying attention to any boy, none of them had ever caught my eye. But Seth was… well… Seth was fit. He was really good looking, more than I had expected.
I was half hidden behind the sofa so I moved partially out of the way and his eyes moved to mine to see who it was.
His eyes didn’t move away from my face, and my eyes didn’t travel either. But while my face held interest and a hint of embarrassment at being caght staring, his held more complicated emotions. Shock was a strong one, but there was also another that made his eyes light up when he looked at me, and a faint rosy colour rushed to darken his cheeks. It was the same emotion I had seen in Jacob’s face as he listened to Renesmee’s silvery voice, and then again as Quil picked up Claire with the utmost care. It was love. It was the love of imprinting. -
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Ooooooh.. unlucky. Out bus was okay but we walked home so we were sweating. but my friend has a pool so thats why I'm late..
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Ooooh... i came third. That was NOT expected. And it is so sweet of you to rule yourself out Rhia...
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