City Of Ghosts Book 2 소설 & 이야기

Maybe seeing me this way would turn him off, maybe then he would see me for the monster I was and finally give up this pathetic fantasy. Instead, he came closer to me seemingly unfazed, reaching his hand towards my face. I stood there unmoving and without stopping him like my head was telling me to, curious to what his intentions were. My eyes narrowed instinctively as his fingers caressed my chin moving slightly in an upward motion. The familiar tingle followed his movements. I realized he was wiping some blood away that had dripped from my mouth. His fingers lingered on my lips as I watched his eyes glow with intensity and I imagined he was witnessing mine darkening at the same time. I gra

Jilin lifted her hand from the folder and placed it on top of mine. But I withdrew from her. I pulled away from Reese too, crossed my arms over my chest and stared at this folder. "You're still alive." I felt the old pain that threatened to tear my heart apart. Even today, in my dreams, I kept hearing my parents' screams. I saw how they had torn them, how the blood flowed and how the light of life had disappeared from their eyes. "Yes, and you have to go to Historia." Very slowly I raised my eyes to her face. "What do you expect from me now?"

Eyes blazing gold in the dark, she murmured: “Then it’s time to meet ghosts with fire.” Somewhere in the city, the Crimson Pact stirred, their plans unfolding like shadowed petals, unaware that the queens had already moved and that the game had escalated beyond blood and fire. This was no longer just a duel of flames; it was a war of dominion, secrets, and shadows that could consume the world itself. A sudden tremor shook the estate. Windows rattled, walls groaned. From the distance, a whisper of metal against stone, deliberate and silent. Bianca’s eyes narrowed.

she replied and seethed at Kyle who gave her a hard slap across the face. “There is another thing,” Gazzeus said and rose to his feet. “I saw the mummified body of a young girl. Must have been up to a day since she dried but I noticed she had black blood.” “Black blood,” Aamon repeated in an uninterested tone and used his thumb to rub his forehead. His hand suddenly stopped moving and he shot his eyes wide before standing from his throne. “Did you say black blood?” he asked. “Yes, master. Isn’t it strange that the witches are back after a long time and the Nightbloods whom we thought were no longer in existence are now being used by them?”

“Of course I’m still here. Waiting for you to come back and shake this place upside down.” I smiled, but deep down, my heart felt heavy. The city looked the same, but the ghosts I buried here weren’t gone. They were waiting. Waiting for me to come back and face them. They didn’t know it yet… but their time was coming. And I wasn’t the same woman they thought they destroyed. : : It was a long ride across the city. My eyes glued to the mirror as I watched the scenery until my eyes grew heavy and I dozed off.

Luthias stayed with me in my rooms until Gwendoline returned the following day. She brought with her very sad news. Not only had she not been able to locate -or even sense- Geo while scrying, but she’d heard word that Barthomew’s army was a three-day march away from Vampire Land. A battle was inevitable.

forget it. "Oh, god," Liam panted and used the wall for support. I, too, used the wall, still having that dizziness again after it was gone for a moment. I shook my head. "Hey, I'm going on ahead." I don't know why I said that, but I felt like saying it to him so casually to Liam. I pivot my feet in that direction until I felt a hand on my shoulder and a sudden chill. I looked back and found a pale zombie-like Liam. I was starting to get scared.

Maya grabbed the heavy iron clapper of the great bell; the one still hot from the geothermal steam and struck it with the Legacy Bank book itself. The vibration wasn't sound; it was a physical shock of heat and narrative. The Liquid Heiress shrieked, her form destabilizing as the "Human Pulse" from the twins and the "Historical Weight" of the book collided within her. She began to evaporate, her oily form turning into a foul-smelling steam that was quickly sucked into the belfry’s vents. With a final, gargled cry of static, the ghost vanished. The organ let out a long, wheezing sigh as the steam pressure finally dipped. The belfry fell silent and saved for the rain. Maya sank to the floor, p

Instead, I grab the nearest chair and hurl it against the wall. The sound of wood splintering is satisfying, but it’s not enough. I grab the next thing—one of my father’s old books, the spine cracking as I throw it across the room. The lamp follows, shattering against the floor. The glass crunches beneath my boots as I pace, my mind screaming, my pulse fucking pounding. Ghost paid them. Ghost set it up. Every fucking time I close my eyes, I see that room. I hear my own voice—pleading, bargaining, fucking desperate. And then I hear his, smooth and calculated, trying to call it off after it was too fucking late.