Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

"There's no need. I'm not fortunate enough to accept your love. "We're not right for each other. You should find someone who's a better match for you." Without another word, she hurried away as though escaping from him. Joshua, already unsteady from the alcohol, pursued her without a second thought. He watched her cross the street and rushed after her without even looking. At that exact moment, a speeding van came barreling toward him out of control. A deafening crash split the night. Joshua was thrown to the ground, his body landing in a spreading pool of blood.

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

Leslie's wolf—Melissa—was already rising inside her, but Ghost didn't give them time. He grabbed the jacket off the floor and stormed out of the room, down the hallway, and straight to the club exit. Sable was walking away from Lucas as he grabbed her arm. He touched her. He fucking dared to touch her. Ghost stormed up and grabbed Lucas by the throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air. With a roar, he slammed him into a nearby car, his back colliding with the metal with a sickening crunch. Ghost didn’t let go. His hand stayed wrapped around Lucas’s throat like a vice.

“All right. Now, show me the gift Dalton brought us before his men get here.” Matt and Williamson entered lockup. Carter and Lawrence were on watch. Because they were short staffed, Carter had to pull double duty. He had to be the deputy on the night shift and help Lawrence watch Ghost. Lawrence had come in at midnight to relieve Goldman. Carter and Lawrence were armed with their sidearms and rifles. If Ghost breathed wrong, they were going to shoot him, no question. Ghost laid on his back. He glanced over at Matt and Williamson when they came in. Matt stepped close to the bars. “I bet you didn’t think you’d be in here again.”

“What’s that light?” Jackson peered over Adam’s shoulder. “It’s coming our way, whatever it is.” “It looks like a bunch of lanterns.” Mike went to the door and pulled it open far enough to get a better look outside. “It’s a group of men. Looks like the same ones who keep showin’ up afternoons and then disappearin’, plus more.” Roy squinted. “It kinda looks like a mob. See? There’s some behind the ones carryin’ the lanterns.”

He is hoping that she would waste the remaining ten minutes and the time for the sacrifice will be over. He won't be of any use to her. Getting in rage she tiptoed to each side of the circle...behind the trees, under the rocks, behind the bushes. She could not find anything. "No!" she shouted in anger. ________________________________ Ginger and Garlic had prepared Lady Dasher in a coffin. She was wearing a black coat with gold motifs attached to its hem and neck. Her hair curled up beautifully and red lipstick on her white face enhanced the look. All of them were sad and the door of the coffin was open. Vlora was caressing the hair of her sister in law. The tears could not stop falling from

I look over my shoulder to see a huge black van, and when the door opens, there are screens all, chairs, keyboards, over tables, and everything Thorn will need to interrupt the cameras. “Ghost, you’re his shadow; wherever he goes, you go,” Wyatt says, and Ghost nods. I rest one hand on his shoulder, and he turns his head to see me and gives me a small nod. “You’re with me,” Wyatt tells Dash, and he nods, giving him a thumbs up.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.