Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

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?”

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent 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

"I know I was sleeping on it! My question is, how did I get here? I remember sleeping in the bathroom while you, the claimed 'ghost' was here. And I also remember that ghost cannot touch, talk less of carry something or SOMEONE from one spot to another... so?" He smiled knowingly, "You seem to forget that I am also a demon. Basically, half ghost, half demon though the demon side is partially locked away, but I can still disappear and appear with or without something or someone."

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

"You're scum, Grayson. A cold, heartless bastard. My sister gave you everything, and you gave her nothing. You and that woman will get what's coming to you. Mark my words." When Liam finally exhausted himself, he let Grayson fall to the floor and stormed out, leaving him crumpled and sobbing like a broken man. Later, Liam oversaw my cremation himself. Grayson, hollow-eyed and silent, trailed behind, watching as the flames consumed what remained of me. When it was over, he tried to take my ashes, but Liam stood in his way.

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.

"We use the tracker. We use it *smart.* We find out *where* it's leading. We plan. We call in the cavalry. We hit them with everything we have, all at once, where it *hurts.* That's how we get Silas back alive. Not by throwing your corpse at his gates." Leo closed his eyes, shuddering. He saw Silas’s face, pale and strained, whispering *"my heart."* He saw the scientist falling. He saw Dominic’s smile. He opened his eyes, the volcanic fury banked, replaced by a terrifyingly cold, hollow determination. "What cavalry?" His voice was flat, dead. Harlan exchanged a look with Mack, then looked down at the wounded Reynolds. "The Ghost," he stated simply. Mack sucked in a sharp breath. "Old Man Win

I'll make it up to you when I get back. I stared at the messages on the screen, then tapped into a livestream pushed to my feed. In the livestream, Cameron was accompanying Lucy as she picked out a dress for a charity gala. His eyes followed her every move. I didn't reply. Instead, I quietly deleted every trace of him from my contacts. One final buzz came through. It was a confirmation text. [Your ID cancellation was successful.] Suddenly, chaos broke into the livestream. Cameron's assistant, Brendan Cole, burst into the frame, gasping for breath, his face pale as ash. He held a document tightly in his hands as he ran up to Cameron.