Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

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.

He bellowed. "Umm... I don't know how to sing..." Lanie I skirted the edges of the parking lot to the bar. A row of motorcycles filled the parking spots. Several leather clad giants guarded the exit. A few were humans, but one actually was a giant. Another was an orc. His tusked teeth protruded from his lower jaw. I still wasn't used to seeing that in real life. I slipped through the bushes and around the side of the building. There didn't seem to be any windows. All the openings I did find were closed over with grates and bars.

When he passed a few years ago, I knew I wanted to get a car that reminded me of him, too bad it needs to be constantly looked after. Max pops the hood and takes a look inside, I slowly walk over to him and notice what his little vest thing says. Nightmare Warriors. The image is a long road with a skeleton wearing armor riding down the road on a motorcycle. I didn't realize I was staring so close until he back into me and I stumble to the ground. "Oh shit, you okay Candice?" He asks lifting me up like I weigh a feather. "Yes, yeah, I'm fine, sorry I was looking at your vest." I say a little embarrassed I fell so easily.

On my 18th birthday, Dylan had already made plans with me. He was going to take me for a ride along the coastal road on his bike. His red ears told me there might be a surprise waiting for me. But life is like a cliché movie. You never know when the plot will suddenly take a turn for the worse. That day, I put on my favorite dress and even applied some lip gloss. But as I was leaving, I ran into Jeffery, who had just returned from a trip. His eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed me and pulled me back inside.

Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic “Why?” A pause. He stared deeply into the vase…the urn intently, his jaws grit There was a knock at the door. "Do not tell anyone about this. Else?" He snaps his fingers. "Your life? Puff." He vanished. I bite hard on my pillow, muffling my screams in it. I have met death in pure of a man called Emmett

He wanted to upset Ghost enough to come at him in the darkness so he could rip out our heart, stop our beating heart with his shiny piece. In a second I hauled something at him and he crashed to the ground losing grip of his defense metal. I knew this space without the lights on, it was my room and I knew where everything was placed. Ghost launched a calculated attack and carefully pinned his prey to the ground before taking out parts of his guts in bits. It was not a fair match. He was disadvantaged, misinformed and I did not care a bit about any of those. I had fully recovered two days before but Dante had insisted I played sick still. It was sickening to my stomach to try to play sick but

He should not have wasted his time with these two fools. Ghost looked at them, his hideous expression hidden behind the mask. The only thing that could be seen through the mask was his chilling eyes. A single look at them and the three felt as if their souls just left their bodies. This was not Ghost, he was Lucifer himself! Ghost went over to the computer and pressed a few buttons. The door behind Damian was automatically opened. “Go save your wife, I will find the baby!” His voice was low and deep. Unlike his deadly eyes, his voice actually sounded very nice.

Chapter 103:warehouse Ghost’s POV I drove slowly down the dirt road, keeping my hands steady on the wheel. The van rolled forward without a sound. The moon above lit the way, and the air was still. I could feel it in my chest. The moment was close. After everything I’d done, everything I’d planned… it was time. I looked into the rearview mirror. She was still there. Diana.