Deku Ghost Novels & Stories

EVER! "Tell me what you know and your death will be as quick as lightning" – I said to this weird creature before me. "The Moonlight Killer pack never tells you the truth about your uncle" – I smirked, that is more like it. "What… no, I meant… what have you done?" – he asked in disbelief.

'How nice' Bjinx thought, a series of meows echoed in the dark room unceremoniously, it also rang in the living room for half a day, it did not take long for the growing unhappiness in Miks chest to dissipate a bit. Translator Note: Spiritual Animal Ancient Words pæřețø- threat 'Depleastad'ia- You're being unpleasant 'Quere Ere Depleastad'ia!- No! You're the one who's being unpleasant here! Puljia Mooana- Red Moon (Eclipse) Phoweŕista- Kapangyarihan Eļłįeřnœ- Underworld(World of bad spirits Deoxusie- World of Spiritual Animals

This was to ensure that could not approach the Grand Duke of the Nether World, who was also known in the Heavenly World as the ‘Wielder of Darkness’. Not even sparing the Grand Duke of the Heavenly World a second glance, Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton turned away. “Gukasho, let’s go.” “Y-Yes, Your Grace!” Gukasho was astounded to hear that tone from him again. It was the same voice when the only Duchess which the Glutton Territory knew died. Gukasho, who dashed to his master’s side looked back at the arena, one last time.

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

"After this day, Derek Alexender is dead, no longer in this world. Alexender clan is like a snake without its head, this is a good thing! A lot of people want you dead, I help them, I reach glory, so I no shame at all!" Derek Alexender deep soaked for a while, said. "The inside of the Ghost Tower is too weird, the poison inside me is slow to spread, even if I finally run out of breath, I will drag you along!" But, he's trying, he knows he can't stand for long. It is true that in Ghost Tower compared to the outside world very different, the atmosphere turned turned, to let Derek Alexender a little maintain hope. Before, he and this killer world had a combat battle, not thinking about the myst

Swiftly, Jameson sprang into action, delivering decisive blows that vanquished countless ghosts, rescuing Dakota from peril. Dakota trembled as he inquired, "What is happening? I sense nothing but a chilling terror!" Jameson shielded Dakota, wielding his sword with precision to dispatch the ghosts. "Remain composed, my lord," he reassured, "These disturbances are the machinations of lackeys from Scarlet Summit. Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety."

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

He put his shirt back on and they all went through to another room where Alejandro had prepared a banquet for him. “Now gentleman, the entertainment has arrived,” Corey Black said and winked at Malachi. Malachi couldn’t say anything. They were guests there and it was his first inception ceremony and he had no idea how these things normally worked. He guessed that the youngest girl must have been eighteen and the oldest one perhaps twenty-two as they were led inside by a group of Zetas in various stages of undress. Malachi felt disgusted as he looked at the men around him.

“It’s her. I can feel it.” The ghost behind me shimmered and shifted, her expression turning mournful. Kelvin grabbed my arm. “Even if it’s her, Rachael… if she escaped from the Other Realm, she didn’t come alone.” And then… I heard it. A growl—not from her lips—but from the shadows behind her. A second figure emerged—tall, armored, and monstrous. A creature stitched together by old magic and cursed blood. A Deathbound Alpha. They’d brought one of the Ghost Realm’s oldest beasts with them.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.