Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

The sound of the blast pushed a wind through the hall that scattered papers and the smell of scorched wood filled the air. Then through the smoke and the falling ash I saw them. Figures running across the ruin in a way that made the back of my neck go ice cold. They moved with speed no normal wolf should have and their eyes caught the light and flashed silver like coins. Dozens of them. A wall of them. They flowed out from the smoke and toward the packhouse like tide. At the front of that line was Lucas.

I could barely breathe, could barely see. When the smoke cleared… Luca was gone. Wolf was unconscious, burnt, and barely breathing. And Saint, Elena, Bishop, and Derek… were nowhere to be seen. I staggered to my knees, chest heaving, heart shattering. The last thing I saw before darkness took me… a faint red glow in the distance. A spark plug. And a shadow moving toward it… deliberate, unstoppable. Perfect! Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment.

Just the house breathing its heavy, mechanical breath in the dark. [D******D COMPLETE. DATA MIRROR STABLE. DISCONNECT TRANSFERS.] Dante slickly wrenched the cloning drive from the administrative port. The screen snapped back to its standard green baseline, erasing every trace of the Level Prime intrusion. He slid the heavy, warm black plastic drive into his inner tactical pouch, right next to the Rossi blood ledger he had extracted from the chapel vault. He pulled his black coat back over his massive shoulders, his face returning to that unyielding, terrifying mask of the Ghost.

He looked at the Sovereign, then at the massive column of bikers, war-rigs, and scavengers forming up behind us. "You ready for a road trip, Ghost?" Dax asked, a grim, determined fire in his amber eyes. "I've got the map, Pres," I said, tapping my cracked data-deck. "Let's go crack an Ark."

Burn scar’s eyes darkened with rage, his chest rumbling with a snarl that filled the van. “When we make it to our destination I’m going to enjoy taking your ass while my men fuck the Lasko princess within an inch of her life,” he chuckled darkly, but it was nothing compared to Ghost’s maniacal laugh. “I’m going to make you my bitch.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Ghost shrugged. Burn scar opened his mouth to reply when something hard struck the van. A strange current passed over me, stinging like a jolt of static electricity. My stomach lurched as we began to spin round and round. Goddess, I was going to puke.

Swiftly, Jameson sprang into action, delivering decisive blows that vanquished countless ghosts, rescuing Dakota from peril. Dakota trembled as he inquired, "What is happening? I sense nothing but a chilling terror!" Jameson shielded Dakota, wielding his sword with precision to dispatch the ghosts. "Remain composed, my lord," he reassured, "These disturbances are the machinations of lackeys from Scarlet Summit. Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety."

Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, illuminating walls plastered with maps, ledgers, security footage stills, and red string looping across thumbtacks like blood trails. Luca stepped inside and froze. “This… is new.” Ghost didn’t answer. He closed the door, locking it from the inside. Luca’s brows lifted. “Expecting company?” “No. But if they come, I want a heads-up before we’re both dead.” Luca swallowed. “Right.” Ghost walked to the central table piled high with documents. “We start here.” Luca circled the room slowly, eyes darting over every photograph, every note, every route marked in red ink.

Her eyes flared blue once more and she said the word to set the remains alight just as the Hook Man brought his hook down on her. The ghost burst into flames and vanished, a bloody hook being all that was left in his place. Now it was Tyler’s turn to be distracted which allowed Dawn to shove him off of her and punch him several times in the face until he was knocked out, his nose bleeding. She seriously hoped that she’d broken his nose. The eighteen year old joined Lena at the hole, watching the flames burn Mathew Drummond’s remains. “You ok?” she asked. “Bruised but fine”, Lena replied “how about you?”

She ducked the matter ‘But I want to learn how to work like you?’ she spoke in a low tone of pleading Amanda, pulled the chair, the sound of it scraping against the floor could be heard clearly as the room suddenly went silent at her sudden action. she created a perfect diversion to snub her appeal. “Come on.” Mercy was not budging, Mercy went to the window and looked down; A car screeched in front of the entrance. “Permission to leave, we have guests I will go open for them.”

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow