Cool Drawings Ghost Novels & Stories

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

"Look what crawled out of the drain." Three men stepped into the light. They wore oversized hoodies and tactical vests scavenged from the raid. In the center stood Ghost. He was thinner than I remembered. A jagged scar ran from his ear to his jaw—a gift from the last turf war I’d led before I disappeared. "Ghost," I said. I didn't lower the pipe. "Don't 'Ghost' me, you golden-eyed prick." He spat a glob of phlegm onto the concrete. He raised a heavy-duty revolver. "Except your eyes aren't gold anymore, are they? You look... ordinary. Like the rest of us rats."

He hit the primary cooling vat below, the liquid nitrogen instantly encasing his body in a jagged tomb of violet ice. I stood on the balcony, my chest heaving, the glow slowly receding from my skin. Below me, the Ghost Alpha and the Apex were locked in a death grip, the fate of the world hanging on the next heartbeat.

“Ghost.” My body stiffens immediately.

"Grace, look at the snow. They aren't throwing plumes. They aren't using tracks." The Ghosts on the Ridge” I leaned toward the glass, my breath fogging the pane. Through the swirling vortex of ice and wind, three massive shapes materialized out of the white. They weren't armored trucks, and they weren't Vesper exoframes. They were the First Drafts.

Ghosts in the Snow (II) ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​Three Years Ago. ​"Drink it, Kaelen." ​Doc Gale stood by the edge of my bed, holding a glass vial filled with a thick, purple liquid. Dream-weed extract. A heavy sedative.

Rebecca "Yes even though we couldn't catch any footage of it, there where some blur is seen in some cameras even though it was not clear it passing through the walls suddenly appearing and disappearing from one place to another, we think it was a ghost type and a very powerful one" Giovanni "A Ghost-type, Hmm come here and get on your knees and relive my stress" Rebecca didn't question and went towards Giovanni and went on her knees and unzipped his pants to do her work, she knew Giovanni was pissed and wouldn't be good for her if she refused or didn't do it properly.

Rain yelled at the top of her lungs, The entire ghoul horde began rushing aimlessly from all sides as soon as he landed next to her. When hundreds of ghouls swarmed on both of them, all hell broke out. However, at the same time, an azure spark tore the air in pieces, along with the ghoul corpses. The spark's brilliance caused fractures in space. Rain was unharmed as the attack slashed several ghouls at once. Creed's arm started moving. The hollow rings in his hands flew into the air like frisbees of death. Any ghoul who comes into contact with the ring got split in half, spilling blood and organs.

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.