Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

“You don’t step into the Hearth.” Rowan’s mouth curved, almost amused. “Ashthorne. Still alive. How inconvenient.” “I’m not here for you,” Dax said. “Leave.” Rowan lifted one hand. A thin chain slid through his fingers—moon-silver links, each etched with the split crescent. The metal hummed. The chamber’s amber lines dimmed, as if the chain drank light. My skin prickled. The mark on my wrist throbbed hard, answering it like a wound recognizing a knife.

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.