Anime Ghost Fighter Novels & Stories

Back to the Arena, Emi pulled himself from the ground, luckily dodging Ajanaku's blow that bore a deep hole into the ground, very close to his head, without hesitation, he punches Ajanaku on the stomach with his glowing hand, trying not to hit hi with the full strength of his Beast Soul. Ajanaku flew some few meters from Emi at the impact of the punch. Ajanaku from where he was, summoned his Arrow beast soul and fired at Emi. Emi dodged it swiftly, dodged the next one again moving closer, another one was launched, and he waved his head dodging it. Ajanaku was about launching another one, when Emi grabbed his fist and bent it painfully as Ajanaku tried restraining himself from screaming.

says Ayame and holds Akihiko by his collar. “Um… I thought you were gonna wait for 3 more minutes?” asks Yasuhiro hesitatingly. Ayame looks at him with a demonic face and says- “Well, let’s just say my patience has run out.” “It’s been seconds though…” “Special move: Slap flux!” she says while constantly slapping and whacking his face left and right getting him to wake up. He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!”

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

" Kakashi asked. "no that wasn't my gift, that first skill is ninjitsu vanishing step while the second is shadowless assassin slit the throat, keep that in mind you might sure die from it. Let put a competition on who kills most, you increase the level let's see," isekai said as he dashed immediately but this time towards the retreating Kakashi's warriors. Hearing this Ankara could not help thinking is he really a teenager

God, why couldn’t you give me a sexist and cocky opponent that underestimates girls so that I can easily knock him out and go home to my tub of ice cream? “Well if it isn’t the famous Pixie. What? Aren’t you supposed to be the town’s best street fighter? Come fight me, little one.” He taunted and beckoned me to come closer. Like hell I will, you pedophilic bitch. I narrowed my eyes at him, “What do you want?” I spat. “It’s simple really. I just want you to fight me.” My eyes narrowed into slits and my brows furrowed. It’s too easy. Something was off about this and anyone can smell the fishiness evident in this so called shit.

Angered by Kaze’s words, the fighter charged toward Kaze. Kaze sat on the single-seater sofa without moving. He looked rather calm. “Show-off!” The fighter grew livid and sprung to kick Kaze in the face. “You’re asking for it!” A figure jumped out and stood before Kaze. It was Jackal. Being in the direct line of the attack, Jackal lifted his leg and countered with a powerful kick. Wham! Their kicks met with a loud smack. “Ugh!” Hunter’s fighter collapsed with a cry. He crashed to the ground, his thigh bone crushed.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

Every trained fighter here could leap higher, hit harder and react faster than any human who wasn’t blessed. But past that… things got strange. A few, through either sheer will or breaking point moments, awakened their stage 2, Soul Arts; these are only accessible when awakened, and they call for you. These were as unique as fingerprints, shaped by the user’s nature, dreams and deepest desires. One fighter might summon storms; another might turn shadows into weapons. A few believe that there is a 3rd stage, but it has not been proven or known by most. Tanaka flicked his wrist; the pink card appeared between his fingers, ready for Ringo's next attack, but Ringo was already grinning wide.

“Or is that a sign that you want to fight me?” As she released her aura, my feet rooted in their spot. She had not risen from her squat and she was already so overwhelming. Fighting her was a death sentence. But… I raised my shaky hands into shaky fists and lowered into a fighting stance. She smirked and literally vanished before my eyes. Before I could even turn my head, a fist slammed into my gut. Pain flooded through my body. I flew backwards and landed a few feet away. My wolf shook out her hand. “My name is Anika. Consider that a greeting.”