Ayakashi: Ghost Guild Novels & Stories

Isadora: Accult History was held in the east wing of Ashwyck, buried in a stone hall with Gothic windows that spilled grey light over long oak desks. The room smelled like ink, iron, and old secrets. It reminded me of a tomb that still remembered the warmth of those buried in it. Appropriate, I supposed, for a class about the first interspecies wars and the Blood Accord that birthed the High Table. I took a seat at the back. Last row, far corner. My spine pressed against the cold wall, notebook open, pen poised. I hadn’t spoken to anyone since lunch. Loralie had gone off to Divination. I had walked here alone, footsteps echoing.

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

I’ve been at the music academy for about a month now. I’m enjoying myself. I’ve made two friends. Zela, who is a jin, and Avia, who is a harpy. They are in a relationship and totally fun to be around. Harpies are a type of shifter, so Avia stays in her human form since her harpy form scares the humans. I’ve noticed the humans at the academy are skittish. They buy into every horror and ghost story. They believe the opera house is haunted and are easily freaked out.

The City of Asgaphra was divided into two main parts, south of the Nanye River - where the people call the Old Quarter and north - a place mocked by magical creatures as the Blind Gathering. On one side were people who did not have magic. There are also some supernatural creatures mixed in, of course, but not many. Those supernatural creatures were always closely monitored by the City Council for fear that they would do something stupid and injure people in Blind Gathering who had no resistance. Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

"This…this Claw City Park was ripped out of magic. We lost many battles over centuries and the stars that shone brightly over the sky seized. The Alphas over the century thought of a way to tackle it, they came up with the idea of banishing Kayla's children, they took them the piece of high value, your urn. They took all that they beared and hadn't stepped their feet on this soil, they were cursed out of our world entirely. Kayla's descendants, they do not dwell with us.” “He's right.” The door opened up, Three familiar faces stepped in. “Dad,” Rose hauled to her feet, I released the man under my spell. He groaned loudly, as he laid motionless, I left him to suffer the pains. I healed his so

"There's a huge war ahead of us. Not against any pack, but against creatures that prey on werewolves." Her eyes widen. "The Ashwalkers?" she asks, and I nod. Looks like she's heard of them. Ashwalkers are dead creatures with burnt flesh and hollow eyes. There's a myth that they are dead rogues who come back to life. No one knows what kind of magic caused their creation. But when they attack in a group, they can take down an entire pack.

“It’s all right.” I placed my hand on Kael’s shoulder and gently moved past him. I took a deep breath and faced the sentinel fully. “My name,” I said slowly, “is Ashira.” The moment the word left my lips, the world responded. A shockwave burst outward, throwing dust and light into the sky. The ruins trembled. The guardians fell to their knees. And deep beneath our feet, something ancient shifted. The chains on the sentinels fell away like brittle vines. A circle opened in the center of the courtyard, revealing a spiral staircase made of obsidian and etched in blood-red runes. It led deep underground.

"Axel, wait for the security team to get the—“ Before he could end his statement, Axel had already made his way in there. He heard her screams, making his eyes widen in horror. He ran his way inside. As he walked deeper into the warehouse, the shadows seemed to move around him, twisting and writhing like living things. Axel's heart raced with anger. Suddenly, a figure walked from the darkness. Then another. And another. Axel's eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw them—guards, armed to the teeth, their faces twisted with cruel intent. Then finally Darius walked out with a smirk on his lips. "Well, well, well," he sneered. "What do we have here?" Axel's hand clenched his fury, igniting. Axel

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”