Ayakashi: Ghost Guild Novels & Stories

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The Ghost stood at the far end of the room, gun smoking. "Ayesha!" Adrian shouted, but she waved him off. She wasn’t done. With one last burst of strength, she raised her weapon— And fired. The Ghost stumbled back, clutching his side, eyes wide with shock. For the first time, he looked afraid. "You—" he gasped. Ayesha stepped forward, her voice cold and unwavering. "You lost." With that, she pulled the trigger one last time. The Ghost collapsed. The fight was over.

Akira. She’s in the middle, bound to a chair, blood on her face, knives gone. “Akira!” I hiss, going to her, but Jude snatches me back. “Trap,” he says, and he’s right—guild minions step out of the shadows, maybe ten, all cloaks and knives, eyes flashing with that dark magic junk. “Seraphin filth,” one sneers, lunging at me. Jude’s shadows drive him into a wall, bones shattering, and I let my light fly, blasting another minion back.

KAI I woke to white light and deep pain spreading through my body. My shoulder was wrapped tightly, and the first clear thought that came through the fog of whatever they had given me for the pain was Elias. Not my aunt. Not my father. Not even the wound, though it hurt badly enough to make my eyes water when I tried to move. Elias. His name came first. I lay there in a paper gown, staring at the ceiling, a tube taped to the back of my hand.

"From my research, such occurrences signify a powerful, forbidden magic used in a dark ritual... A dark ritual that breads the kind of warriors called the Ashkai. What if those attackers weren't mere wolves? What if... What if they were Ashkais?" "Ashkai?" Reyana's brows furrowed in confusion, "What is an Ashkai?" "The Ashkai are not born, but created. They are the twisted creations of dark magic, crafted through a dark ritual fueled by blood and an insatiable hunger for power. They are not truly alive. They are puppets bound to their creator's will. Their minds are warped and their memories erased, leaving only a burning loyalty to their master and a relentless bloodlust." Reagan explained.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

they said in unison Oh Hana, why did you become so pale suddenly? And why are you trembling? Did someone touch the thermostat again? No. Did you see a ghost? Maybe?! But this thing is for sure. You're the one who copied my team's report. Just continue doing that. It's such satisfaction seeing you scared. "Hana is the first speaker. Then, I'll go outside to avoid 'CHEATING', Kuya Danny will go with me, and when it's my time to explain, I will return here. Sounds Fair?"

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

"Nice to meet you, Xasha of the Falling Stardust, I am Ka ah Hui Bi, chieftain of the Carbonemys tribe of the Blue And Endless Valley Of Tortured Souls." "I also send my greetings I am Blu Ma Hue Queen of the Harpies and leader of the Nive Blood Moon Army." "I am Jack, the young master of the Abyss Wind Emperor Clan of the Endless Abyss. I am also the leader of the Darkness Conference." "Nice to meet all of you seniors, we got off on the wrong foot earlier. But none of you can blade me, not after the stunt you pulled. This is not a test of character, anyone of you would have failed this test yourselves."

Lyra asked, her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. The Shadow-Heir didn't answer with words. He raised the rusted scalpel, and the air around him turned into "Grey Static." He was a "Narrative Ghost," a version of Kaelen that would have existed if Lyra had never found the Shadow Claws, if the silver-poison had been allowed to finish its work.