Anakin Force Ghost Novels & Stories

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"Even if they wrote the beginning, we are the ones living the middle. If we are a machine, Jinyan, then we are one that has learned to bleed. And I would rather be a machine with you than a saint alone." The Ghost let out a high-pitched, digital shriek. The silver light in the vault intensified, becoming a solid wall of brilliance. I felt the surge—the same one that had killed the Baseline Child—but this time, I didn't push it out. I pulled it in. I used the link to anchor us. I used Jinyan’s fear to ground my power. Together, we acted as a massive surge protector, drawing the Ghost’s energy into Unity until the frequency became too much for the servers to handle.

These fuckers just didn't quit. Ghost moved silently through the grounds, positioning himself between the threat and the classroom where Luna was already helping her teacher strengthen protective shields. His little princess must stay safe. "Uncle Ghost," her voice came through their connection. "They feel wrong. Like the ones who hurt you." She was worried he would get hurt severely again. "Stay inside, princess. Keep your friends safe." He felt her agreement, proud of how she maintained calm while creating powerful shields around the other children. The rogues struck with supernatural speed, but Ghost and Tank were ready. Years of working together made them lethal – Ghost's enchanted weapo

‘Six ghost generals! “Kill them!” The ghost generals opened their mouths, letting out a roar before charging at the group with supernatural blades in their hands. Susan Hunter and the rest were all stunned. She could feel a twitching sensation in her lower-body sphincter. The ghost generals’ imposing manner immediately sent chills down everyone’s spines. Some of them couldn’t help but fart in fear. “Die!” Alex took the lead. He, too let out a loud cry. Activating the Force in his body, lightning-attribute spiritual power filled his hands. He directly reached out and grabbed two lightning whips.

the Paladin Commander yelled in shock. He fired his plasma rifle. Instead of a standard golden bolt, the weapon discharged a searing, sapphire streak of phased plasma. It struck a Null-Sentinel square in the chest. This time, the kinetic force wasn't absorbed. The Origin-Code ripped through the anti-matter geometry, shattering the entity into a million harmless pixels. "The Ghost gave us bullets!" Jax roared, swinging his gear-axe as the rain hissed against his leather cut. "Push them back into the void!"

“She’s pulling power straight from the Architect 2.0 core! She can weaponize the whole damn building!” Jason grabbed Leah’s arm, yanking her out of the way as a massive gear crashed down where she’d been standing. Ghost was already in motion moving faster than the eye could follow closing in on Seraphina. But she didn’t flinch. Her force field shimmered into being, translucent and alive with static. Ghost’s strike hit it with a crack of energy, rebounded like he’d punched a wall of lightning. In the same motion, Seraphina’s eyes flared brighter and Ghost was hurled backwards, smashing into a rusted pillar with a heavy grunt.

Instead— The Ghost slowly lowered the weapon. Alina blinked. “What—?” He looked at Arun. Then at Alina. Then back again. His voice was quieter now. “Not yet.” Arun’s eyes narrowed. “Why?” The Ghost’s gaze lingered on Alina one last time. “Because I still don’t understand her.” Then he stepped back into the shadows. Disappearing as silently as he had arrived. Gone. Just like that. Alina exhaled slowly. “Did… did that just happen?”

It hummed with the sound of massive computing power. Sitting in the center of the room on a simple ergonomic chair was a man. He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with messy dark hair and thick framed glasses. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, typing furiously on a keyboard. This was the Ghost. Not an old veteran, but a kid. Adrian stopped at the edge of the server farm. "Silas Vane. Meet the Ghost." The kid stopped typing. He spun his chair around. He looked at Silas, then at Leo. He pushed his glasses up his nose.

"But you're wrong about one thing—I'm not neither human nor animal! I'll eventually butcher every person who wields the power of the spiritron vein and claim it all for myself!" Clenching his knuckle, Ghost then growled, "When that happens, I'll become the god of this world. My will would hence mold it as I desire, and everything will go the way I want it to!" Skyler laughed coolly. "Then there's nothing to discuss." Ghost laughed. "Yeah. There was no turning back from the start." Clink. That was when Ghost noticed a black fist-sized object by his feet, and something on it bounced off with a metallic sound.