Anime 07 Ghost Novels & Stories

The man scoffed disdainfully, "It doesn't matter since you're about to die. I'm Ghost Shadow, and she's Madam Bones!" Sebastian nodded slightly. "Alright, if you insist on dying, I'll grant your wish." "Fool!" Ghost Shadow shouted as he drew a sword from his waist. The sword's tip shimmered with a dark glow, transforming into a black streak aimed at Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's expression changed immediately. Ghost Shadow was indeed a disciple of the Corpse Sect, and the sword was soaked in corpse fog. A strike from this sword wouldn't just kill; it would also cause the victim to suffer unbearably from the corpses' energy, eventually leading to a horrific death.

Variable is sitting on my case files again, and I have made my peace with this. He is a grey-and-white cat of uncertain age, the rescue centre said approximately four years in the confident tone of an institution that knows it's guessing — and he operates with the specific moral framework of someone who has assessed every available hierarchy and placed himself at the top of all of them. He does not move when I put my coffee down next to him. He regards me with one slow blink, which I have decided is affection, and which is almost certainly just indigestion.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

"Because I've spent seven years protecting that boy. Seven years watching him grow. Watching him laugh and learn and become someone. Someone good. Someone innocent. And the thought of them taking him. Training him. Turning him into their weapon. Their puppet. I can't let that happen. Even if it costs me everything." Silence. Heavy. Tense. "Talk," I said. "Tell us everything. Who they are. What they want. How to stop them. And if you're lying. If this is another manipulation. I'll kill you myself. Slowly." Ghost nodded. "Hmm Fair." He stood. Slowly. Hands visible. Moved to the window. "The Council of Seven," he began as we all sat down and looked for comfort and something to lean on. "They're

They will stay there until she sleeps again, and then they will return, as they always return, with their severed images and their phantom pains and their complete, awful absence of faces. She has tried, in the disciplined and methodical way she approaches every problem, to find the faces. To force the memories to complete themselves. She has meditated for hours in the clan's soul-still chamber, has pressed the fragments together like broken pottery shards, has willed her Soul Sight to show her what it always withholds at the final moment. It never does. What it gives her instead, every time, without exception, is the feeling. She wraps her arms around herself in the dark — a gesture she wil

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

“When you do your thing what’s stopping the building from crushing you?” I looked at him past my shaking arms and huffed, “Guess it’s a good time to ask which of you is the fastest runner?” Caius looked at Ghost. “You can turn her incorporeal.” “I can’t do shit,” Ghost scoffed. He had removed his shirt awhile ago and was using it to mop the sweat off his body. “Don’t look at me like that, man. You know I’ve never turned anyone before. If I fail then we both die.”