Gang of Ghouls: The Complete Series

Gang of Ghouls: The Complete Series All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. First Digital Edition, 2023 Copyright © 2023 Eva Chase Cover design: JoY Author Design Studio Ebook ISBN: 978-1-998752-38-6 Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-998752-39-3 Contents Free Book! The Stalking Dead 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 Criminal Spirits 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 Grave Misconduct 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 Deathly Delinquency 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 Their Kind of Family About the Author Free Book! Get Raven’s Fall, the companion novella to the reverse harem urban fantasy series Their Dark Valkyrie, FREE when you sign up for Eva’s newsletter. Click here to get your free ebook now! The Stalking Dead GANG OF GHOULS #1 Chapter One Lily Near-death experiences have this funny way of putting everything else in perspective. I almost kicked the bucket in five feet of murky marsh water when I was six, and compared to that, nothing at Lovell Rise College could be all that horrifying. Even if this was my first full day back in town after seven years in a mental hospital. Even if the question of what I’d done to be committed was still a huge, ominous blank in the back of my mind. Even if the only family I had in town had basically disowned me. Even if… there was a pair of frogs getting busy on the steps outside the main administrative building. I stopped in my tracks before I stomped on the amphibious lovers, doing a bit of a double-take. I’d always come across frogs regularly in Lovell Rise, probably because the marshlands ran the whole length of town. But I couldn’t say I’d ever seen two of them going at it quite so blatantly before. The male had melded himself to the female’s back with no sign of ever intending to let go. Welp, more power to them. Get them tadpoles, I thought at them instead of saying it out loud, like I might have if I wasn’t starkly aware of the other students meandering around the courtyard and lawns around me. I gave the frogs a wide berth as I continued my way up the steps. Now that I was back home, it was more important than ever that I looked, talked, and acted normal in every possible way. I’d only get one chance at a fresh start. Just one chance to prove who I really was—and that it wasn’t a girl who should be sent back to a loony bin halfway across the state. I paused at the end of the smaller courtyard at the top of the steps, taking a moment to gather myself. The tapping and thudding of dozens of feet around me condensed into a weird sort of melody in my head. I could almost put lyrics to it, a trudging back-to-class anthem. Here we go, like it or not, to stuff our brains full of facts and— Shaking myself, I pushed the impulse aside. I wouldn’t actually turn footsteps into a song. That would be the opposite of normal. I checked the campus map and veered left toward one of the smaller white buildings that held the first class on my schedule: Juvenile Delinquency taught by Mr. Leon Grimes. My first real step toward a degree in sociology. I’d already done a year’s groundwork of general education classes at the community college near the hospital before the doctors had decided I was sane enough to completely fly the coop. Here was hoping it turned out that I’d gotten enough distance from my own mess to help clean up other people’s messiness. The cool September breeze licked over my face and flicked my wavy, flax-blond hair. I restrained a shiver, wishing I’d brought a jacket or a cardigan to wear over my thin blouse. Laughter rippled across the courtyard, but I ignored it other than as a minor accompaniment to the rhythm of marching feet, until it was followed by a brash voice. “Hey, it’s psycho girl!” I should have kept walking. But the words were so jarring and unexpected—and so almost definitely aimed at me—that my legs locked up and my head jerked around to see who’d said it. The guy sauntering toward me with a gaggle of friends in tow was unfortunately familiar. The local elementary and middle schools were small enough that there’d only been one class per grade, and so I’d been stuck in the same room as Ansel Hunter from age four through thirteen. Seven years later, his shoulders had filled out and the angles of his face