Anime Ghost Fighter Novels & Stories

They giggled. "You swine...! How dare you!" "You dare to fight back at us, asshole!" There was a pause as Laney watched his friend being battered mercilessly. He wanted to save him but he could not, even though he was filled with rage.

i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way . "Don't ever call me a punk again, punk" he said in an angry voice straight up to my face. "You are E.V.I.L !!" i yelled at him , he immediately grabbed my throat and threw me away, he was more powerful than i thought he was. I was gasping for air but he was still coming after me, he had no mercy at all , all he wanted was to kill me then replace me , that's why he killed Mr Franklin, he knew that Mr Franklin knew t

Her chest tightened with rage and her eyes darkened, then she lunged. She exploded forward like lightning, fists and feet flying in a blur. Each strike carried fury, each motion faster than the last. Anana blocked fiercely, but Aliyah's relentless attack broke through. Her knuckles slamming across Anana's mouth with brutal precision. The taste of blood spread instantly on Anana's tongue. For a heartbeat, it looked as if the fight had shifted in her favour. But Anana was no ordinary fighter… she twisted her body, catching Aliyah's arm mid strike. With predatory grace, she shifted her weight and flipped Aliyah clean off her feet.

LYRA. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. The rogue's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, their teeth bared in a snarl. I raised my hands, palms facing them, and summoned a weak burst of energy to defend myself. But he was too strong, too fast. He knocked my hands aside and pinned me against the wall, his claws digging into my shoulders. I struggled, kicking and squirming, but he was too strong. A fist slammed into my stomach, and I gasped for air. Another blow struck my head, and everything went blurry. I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip.

“I… have to go. You won’t understand.” “Try me.” I stood up naked, bold and pissed, not caring about the mess or the marks covering my body. “You fuck me twice, breed me like you own me, hold me all night, then slip without a word? That’s some coward shit man.” His jaw clenched. “We can’t have something serious. I don’t do attachments.” “Yeah? Well, I don’t do ghosts.” I stepped closer. “Give me your number and your name atleast. Or I swear I’ll make a scene right here.”

Afgan was struggling because he was holding Adelia. “You can stop right now, or you'll regret it,” Afgan said, his face turning red. “We won't be afraid of you. You both have to pay for what you did earlier.” The man said as he held his cheek, which was still sore from the blow from Afgan earlier. “Attack!” he ordered a group of his friends, most of whom had body tattoos and studio faces. The fight scene began. Afgan took on several men with his well-trained martial arts skills. Punches and kicks were exchanged between them.

She reignites her sword, "This should be fun." "Reflect Angle!" Rafe Antonelli yells out at the top of his voice, "Mirror Chaos!" He jumps into the mirror fragments. Almost immediately blurs of light shoot right for her at a remarkable speed. She is immediately put on defence, she increases her speed and blocks almost every attack. A few attacks manage to get past her defense and leave deep cuts on her.

She merely smirked, agilely ducking beneath my hastily swung blade. "Come on, Your Highness, focus!" Ange chided, her tone both stern and knowing, as if she was aware of my exact frustrations. "You're letting your emotions guide you too much!" I bit back a retort, choosing instead to channel my frustration into a wild, sweeping strike. Ange, ever the manipulative fighter sidestepped with ease, her movement so fluid that it left me off-balance and sprawling face-first onto the cold, unforgiving floor. My pride stung as sharply as the physical impact.

I groaned as I forced myself off my bed wishing for a moment of rest. " It seems General Matilda Cashew was ordered to take control of the new post that's deeper into Leighdal. Our batch is being taken over by Arena Fighter. " Walter informs me as he pats my back, draping his arm over my shoulders and dragging me along toward the gathering area. " Arena Fighter?!* Sigh* Why do those brutes always get the promotion. ..... how did this bozo get the job?" " Not sure.... but he goes by Shinigami, the Grim Reaper of Ralux. They said that no one can kill faster than him."

It was only normal for them to feel so excited. Andy cupped his hands and greeted Ange. “Andy Naib from the Naib family in Washington. I’m here to fight you!” Ange huffed coldly. “You don’t have what it takes, get lost!” Andy was young, yet he had already achieved Intermediate-Mystic rank, hence he was considered quite a genius. Enraged, he yelled. “Let’s fight!” He then immediately used his skill, Eight Fixed Palms and lunged towards Ange. Smack!