Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

The ghost continued with her coaxing. Miranda rolled her eyes at the ghost's words, making Asher believe that she was acting ignorant. Asher growled and took a step towards Miranda. "Wait- Asher wait, I didn't mean to roll my eyes." Miranda quickly said, while moving away. Asher kept approaching her. "Maybe this isn't such a bad thing." The ghost wondered. "Th-there was an eyelash in my right eye!" Miranda blurted, causing Asher to halt in his steps.

FLASHBACK ~ FIVE YEARS AGO The night was still. The entire mansion lay cloaked in silence; the workers and maids had long finished their duties and retired to bed. Selena sat in her room, her phone glowing faintly in the dark. Damon wasn’t home—he had chosen work over rest again, buried under endless files at the office. Outside, a storm raged, winds howling as rain lashed against the windows. Lightning cracked through the sky, followed by a sudden, heavy silence. The power had gone out, plunging the mansion into darkness. The generator had failed to respond, as it often did during heavy storms.

The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty. The corset was lined in heavy black matte satin, interfaced and has steel boning...a dark red two-tone faux silk base with heavy black laces over. Small dark red rhinestones are glued around the bodice, and also a few on the overskirt, a few red stars scattered throughout. Her dark hair let loose in bouncy curls which looked almost perfect with the outfit. Also, the dark maroon lips made her look like a goth. He drove to the destination where she saw the place was Las Ventas...the ruedo which is also called the arena was all empty but round and empty place was pretty.

"Bitchy witch or witchy bitch?" "My dreams were haunted since childhood, my friend." Draven grinned mockingly as he took Lucifer's glass and sipped from it. "I missed the taste of vodka." Draven mused as he threw his head back laughing. "Draven! DRAVEN!" "What the hell?!" Draven's glass suddenly slipped from his hands as the liquor splashed onto the floor. Both of them looked at the door as the exhausted and tensed figure of Damon came into view. "He saw a ghost," Lucifer whispered in Draven's ear as Draven snickered.

Dax stepped into Rowan’s path, moon-silver wrapped around his forearm, gold eyes lit like fire. “You don’t get her,” Dax said. Rowan’s gaze held his, cold and certain. “You’re in no position to bargain, Ashthorne.” “I’m not bargaining.” Dax smiled without warmth. “I’m collecting.” He slammed the moon-silver into the floor. The chamber flared—runes blazing—like the Hearth recognized the metal as a key and an insult. The tracker shrieked, claw recoiling as if burned. Rowan’s eyes widened. “You idiot—”

The Ghost-Step cut through the Atlantic swells with a ghostly silence, its electric motor barely a hum against the roar of the freezing wind. Behind them, Aethelgard Manor was a silhouette of jagged stone, now crowned by a flickering orange glow. The fire had reached the upper floors. Lucian’s hands were white-knuckled on the steering yoke. On the small, glowing tactical tablet mounted to the dash, the blue dot labeled ISABELLA had vanished into a gray 'Signal Lost' icon.

’ Suddenly, Lucas charged forth at lightning speed. Swoosh! The Immemorial Dragon Sword slashed hard onto stony face, and it got blasted into pieces. “Continue moving forth.” Lucas’ stunning face put on an exciting look as if he had already seen the treasure in his hands. … Lucas and the Apocalyptic Legion arrived at the second obstacle of the Endless Ghost Cave. In an instant, they saw lots of evil spirits. Those evil spirits were much scarier than the movies back in Hatton. Just looking at it would make one feel the creep.

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

3F: anyone else’s balcony trying to detach itself 5A: power flickering on west side 2D (Luca): if we die can I have Ember’s boots Ember: absolutely not Ghost: Luca I will haunt you first She huffed a quiet laugh, but then the building shuddered—deep, structural, wrong. Outside, something cracked, not thunder but closer, more immediate. “Ghost,” she said quietly, her voice laced with unease. “I heard it,” he replied instantly, his tone alert. The lights cut out, emergency strips flickering on in their place, dust sifting from the ceiling like fine snow. Another violent sound tore through the building—wood splitting, metal screaming in protest. “Ember,” Ghost snapped urgently. “Move—”

It had been a good idea to sneak around the side of the house the way we had, making a run for the gate when Alexander and Darlene had their back turned, the brief flashes of lightning tearing through the black sky above only serves to illuminate the shrub-covered path. Ghost sighed heavily, and the car was filled with tense silence only broken by our ragged breathing and clips of thunder that blinded me with every fluorescent flash. “Say, isn't Laura Diego your woman Frederick?” Ghost whispered abruptly and I gave a jerky start, inhaling sharply and risking a look beside me to find that the man was sweating., the pale cast of the moon on his face made him appear ghostly. “What’s that got to