Anakin Force Ghost 소설 & 이야기

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.

The chaos erupted instantly as bullets rained down on Sergio’s forces. Dino’s heart clenched as he recognized the technique. A ghost from his past. "No… it can't be real." A deep, gravelly voice cut through the air. "I see you still getting yourself into trouble." Emerging from the darkness was a man clad in tactical gear, his face partially covered by a black scarf. His movements were fluid, lethal. The Ghost. The legendary mercenary who had once trained Dino in the art of combat. "Looks like you needed a lifeline," the Ghost remarked, dispatching another enemy with swift precision.

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

What team? “What other team? I thought it was originally you, the Mountains and Tati?” I ask, becoming confused. When Alina chuckles. “She means my little helpers.” We all look at Alina and Cass, and her team chuckle. Little helpers? Little … Oh, for fuck’s sake. “You mean your little assassins?” I say and Alina winks at me. I groan internally. Just great. Alina funds an assassin academy. One of their best is known as Ghost. Ghost is a woman and was high up in the ranks of the Bratva. Not much is known about her, just that she is one of Alina’s best. Then one day she hung up her guns.