Ayakashi Ghost Guild Game Novels & Stories

43 - When Big Shots have Too Much Time to Spare "The first-ranked assassin Ghost Blade is here!" Hearing that news, Ye Mo did not feel as surprised as he thought he would be. The moment he accepted that Little Yin would be staying with his family, he had long expected something like this to happen.

Xasha calmed down, he didn't backtrack, but he was making it up as he went along. Megan giggled. She closed the book she was reading and said, "that's not how it works, Xasha. If you will register a guild, it has to be a type of guild. It can be a merchant guild, alchemy guild, enchantment guild, mercenary guild, magic theory guild, hunting guild, magic combat guild, etc." "Why is it like this? You should be able to let your guild be anything you want it to be," Xasha complained.

It could make you blind. Me: Delete this whole thread, Dean. Now. I space out my words, trying to bury the image so he won’t see it when he opens the text. Me: Don’t Me: Even Me: Look Me: Just Me: Delete Archer: What are you doing? Me: Burying the image. OMG OMG Archer: So you don’t want me to screenshot it and send again? Me: NO I set my phone down, laughing to keep from crying. Sucking it up, I call Dean. His phone rings. And rings. And rings.

"This boss was found by our Moonshadow Guild first, and we've been engaging it for quite some time. Asking us to stop? Are you dreaming?" "Whether we're dreaming or not, try and find out. Ten seconds to consider," the lead man impatiently said. "Are you sure you want to go against our Moonshadow Guild?" Lisa frowned. The man sneered, "What's the Moonshadow Guild in this gaming world? Everyone knows Blood Slaughter. Be sensible and leave, or, if it weren't for the fact that you're all women, we would have sent you back to respawn already!" Lisa knew this matter couldn't be resolved peacefully. She turned to the female mage beside her.

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Goo and Aiko teamed up at first but because Kalli was good at betting on the color game, Aiko decided to leave Goo and allowed Kalli to use her money for the games. “Look at you! You lost all my money to games now you go to Kalli. You brat. Miya, com’on! Let’s team up.” Miya laughed at him and went behind Kalli. “Look at these girls. You want me for free ride, free food, and free games. But you can’t even give moral support.” “Okay, okay.” Aiko held his arm, “Let’s go watch the show over there.” It was really crowded but they were able to squeeze themselves between shoulders to go near. The show displayed people in spirits' and demons' costumes and there were blazing fire dancers.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Out here, in the snow-covered wilderness, the world felt open—wild, unpredictable. Ghost, ever vigilant, trotted beside them, his ears alert to every sound. Asha couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could keep her emotions in check. The closer they got to Greywatch Spire, the more she could feel the pull of her people’s legacy. The Soulbone Imprint was more than just a key—it was a weapon, a curse. And she was its keeper. “We need to be careful,” Darian whispered, breaking her thoughts. “If the Blood Pact Beasts are being kept at Greywatch, it’ll be heavily guarded. We’ll need to get in quietly, and we’ll need to find a way to disable their defenses.”