Novel & Cerita Anime Ghost Fighter

It really was incredibly frustrating to them. Compared to a genius at the peak like that, they felt like they should just die. The moment Fane started his attack, the fighters moved as well. Two fighters started to charge at Fane. The golden-armored fighter was twice as fast as the silver-armored one. In just a few seconds, the golden armored fighter was already right in front of Fane. Facing that murderous intent, Fane did not even blink an eye. He pushed forward, and the Broken Soul Blade shot forward at the golden-armored fighter like an arrow.

"Why don't you leave her, and me, alone?" Brian was not used to anyone smaller than him standing up to him, particularly not someone like Michael. He jabbed his finger into Michael's chest, making the smaller boy stagger back. "You gonna make me?" It was a show of strength, not really a threat. In the part of his brain that was being rational, the part that was, in fact, sensing Brian's surface thoughts, Michael knew that Brian would not push it to a fight. Unfortunately, several other parts of Michael's brain were acting on years of suppressed anger at being pushed around by oafs like Brian Graham. His hand shot forward, palm open, so that the heel of his hand struck Brian squarely in the b

They clashed again and Aster finally walloped her upside the head after a particularly painful bite. It took Nikka a moment to get up, but as soon as her legs found purchase, she charged. Aster let her come and rolled backward when her body hit his. Mid roll, he twisted, his teeth finding her throat. Nikka's feline scream was filled with frustration. Aster's jaws tightened until Nikka slammed the ground beside her, tapping out. A little worse for wear, but still ready for the next fight, Aster pulled Nikka up and turned to Bernard. "I challenge."

Her mum would cry out blood and her dad would throw punches the size of a truck. The ghost who valued words more than gold had yet again decided to remain mute. Remind me, why am I the active partner in this?! Her eyes closely scanned him, evaluating this her ghost husband and wondered how his lean nature and incredible height did not mar his physique as he filled his white shirt and black suit pants with acute fitness.

She shook her head and then looked at Angie. “Is that all you can do? Just claw me to death? Oh, wait! You know how to kick, too. How about we go fist to fist and see who beats the h**l out of who?” Angie smirked, nodding as she turned and backhanded Kayla. In return, Kayla backhanded her, sending Angie flying back. D***, my mate is sexy as h**l when she fights like this. The ten minutes were up, so it was time to shift. Angie transformed into her lycan form. She was a tall dark brown lycan with purple and silver eyes. And we all know what my mate's lycan looks like – a sexy, tall black alpha lycan named Queen. When she let the queen out, there was no stopping them. Either this would be a fi

I was Samantha Blackthorn, daughter of fire, and the storm wasn’t just around me—it was inside me. As we advanced toward Harry, more guards broke ranks and fled. One even threw down his blade and shouted, “I won’t fight them! That’s not a man—that’s a goddamn ghost wolf!” The term echoed through the arena, whispered and repeated until it grew louder than any command. “Ghost wolf… Ghost wolf…” The legend was breathing again, no longer a myth but a terrifying, undeniable truth. Ryu’s reputation had become a prophecy, and I was standing next to it, forging one of my own.

As soon as my opponent's arm was lowered, my right leg rose up, my waist swiveled, and . "Nexdrag!" called the referee who raised my hand after he was sure my opponent was unconscious. Yes, that was the name I used in the fight. It started with a wish written in someone's diary, "Next, Doctor Raka Angga Gumilang." A name that actually holds pain, deeper than the bruises or pain I get from every fight. "Nice fight, Bro!" One of the fighters threw a light fist on my shoulder when we passed each other in the corridor leading to the dressing room, a form of familiarity I usually found between men.

That was exactly why he was here—prepared and waiting. After the announcer's enthusiastic introduction, a fighter, an Oceanus Realm martial artist holding a large battle saber, stepped onto the stage. Fighters could not directly touch the Malevolent Phantoms without weapons since physical contact meant their souls could be instantly devoured. Once the fighter was ready, a cage was wheeled onto the stage. Inside was a middle-aged man who only had his upper body intact; his legs were visibly regrowing in front of the audience's eyes. When the cage opened, another fighter nearby delivered a powerful strike, blasting the Phantom onto the stage. By the time it landed, its legs had fully regenerat

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

She wiped away her tears, feeling a renewed sense of purpose swell within her. “I won’t let your sacrifice be for nothing,” she vowed aloud, her voice steady and resolute. “I will fight back. I will protect myself, and I will uncover the truth. Agatha won’t take me without a fight.” With a newfound determination, Aqua rose from her spot on the floor, the remnants of her parents’ love fueling her spirit. She would not hide. She would prepare, train, and embrace her powers, ready to face the dark forces that threatened her future.