Ayakashi: Ghost Guild Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

“But both of you should remember that we’re all just rationalizing the actions of the Ayakashi. Nobody could really know what she was thinking.” “That goes without saying,” Aki said, “but ghosts often have unfinished business. Purpose that they failed to complete when they were still living.” “Actually, the more I thought about it,” Sasha said, “the more I felt that Himiko wasn’t really a ghost. At least technically. She’s more of a doppelganger, you know, like in Bushinjutsu.”

My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling. I was dead. I'd been sold to the brothel, tortured beyond measure, devoured by dogs until nothing was left of me. And all of it—every last shred of suffering, every ounce of guilt I'd carried for "killing" my brother—had been one colossal, sick joke. A tidal wave of absurdity and bitter rage crashed over me. My spirit screamed in silence, howling, splintering apart. But when the crying was over, all that remained was a hollow, unfamiliar calm.

“Yes. The weapon hall just beyond the east wing. We call it the Ember Forge. It’s where we craft and repair crystal weapons. Corin has been there since early morning most days.” My brows pulled together slightly. “Making weapons?” “More than that,” he replied. “Maintaining them. Strengthening the crystal cores. With the shadow demons appearing more frequently, we can’t afford for anything to fail in battle.” His words settled heavier than I expected. Of course. That made sense. Still— Something about it didn’t sit right with me. “Thank you,” I said quietly. The guardian gave a respectful nod. “My name is Garrick, Princess. If you need anything, you may ask.”

“Who are the others? The other coin holders?” She leaned forward, her expression a stark portrait of gravity. “The second is Adrix, a powerful mage who co-manages the information guild in Riverwood with Duke Noctis. The third is a young man named Finnian. He’s a cartographer, a reader of ancient tongues. There is a power in him, but it sleeps.” “So they’re all in Riverwood,” I pieced together, my mind racing. “Adrix works with the Duke. Finnian works for the Duke. But Lyra… Lyra is on the outside.”

Tonight wasn’t for small talk. “Aziz,” I whispered, closing my eyes to focus on the presence I’d felt earlier. “Something is bugging me. Ghouls in Akyaka? It doesn’t fit. They are scavengers, not colonizers. Someone is pulling their strings.” “You don’t have to search for me,” a voice drifted through the air. “I am already here.” I spun around, my hand flying to my blade, but the clearing was empty. The presence was familiar, cool and ancient, but invisible to the eye.

Now he walks again, not as an arbiter alone, but as something new: A celestial who chooses. And wherever reality strains—where ice shatters, where galaxies burn, where hope trembles—the old stories begin again. Because balance has a name. Arkcadis. [Shinjuku] That's a interesting story their. A vast cathedral of ice. Blue-white crystal walls glow faintly, refracting light into ghostly halos. The sound of distant wind hums like a chant. DAQUAN (mid-20s, bundled, breath fogging) steps carefully over frozen ground. His flashlight flickers.

Akshara little thought to herself, “Why every girl does weird in this place? I don’t think I am in the mortal world. Will I be abducted by any aliens or I must be sleeping. Though I forget about my whereabouts, I am sure I don’t belong here.” The appearance of people around Akshara have tentacles that emerged on their heads, some tentacles were hard appeared like horns and some looked like a young horn which was fragile and needed to be taken great care of until the young horn becomes strong. Akshara asked her roommates, “Hum, where are we heading?” Alaso replied Akshara with a hatred sharp look, “To the training, Axe” Akshara asked them quickly with the sudden jerk, even though couldn’t rem

It trying to destroy the prison. Akira: Tch. Prepare for your strongest attack. Everyone nod and looking at the prison with a wary eyes. And when the prison starting to break, it showing the half burned Goblin King. Akira: Now. Earth Spike Hana: Blue Lightning Kasumi: Nine colored flame Hanzo: Shadow Shuriken Toru: Hurricane

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.