Deku Ghost Novels & Stories

Viktor was quite surprised and he immediately walked there to his pack house to welcome his important client. A tall man was standing in the middle and he instantly recognized him as Devan. It's really him, the Ghost is here, Viktor's wolf said. Devan has an infamous name as Ghost in the Underworld, he never shows off in public but does everything from the shadows. "It's been a long time, how are you?" Viktor reached out his hand but Devan didn't accept it. He just smiled. "I sent my men to you a few weeks before about that important thing but you didn't agree to help me yet," Devan complained.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Kendall immediately walked out of the Underworld and left the Ghost World through the Path of Lost Soul. "Sect Master, are you sure about this?" she asked excitedly as soon as she met up with Skylar and Debra. Skylar nodded and said, "Yes, if my sense is correct, then he should be in the depths of the Underworld." He did not mention Archfiend Antigonus' name because Debra was there. "Skylar, who are you looking for that requires you to sneak into the Ghost World?" Debra asked curiously, who had been silent up till then. Although she felt dead inside, those two people's behavior was so strange that she was interested in what they were doing.

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

*** Between the call from the unknown number, and the sense he was being followed, Deke was sure he was losing his touch. He was the only one of them who wouldn't convert to his gargoyle self to make travel easier. He'd done awful things in that form and had sworn he would never do it again. Of course, this all went back to Brenda—but he pushed away thoughts of her, as he climbed onto the bus that would take him to the latest Grotesque location. Being the first one on the bus, Deke was able to study the people who climbed onto it after him. There was a woman who had not been at the bus stop with him, and she wasn't carrying anything but a purse. Was he being paranoid?

A Red-Shirt Ghost General appeared before them. That Red-Shirt Ghost General was a lady and was in the Rank 5 Earth King Ranked Realm. “I didn’t expect there will be humans coming froth to the Ghost Village,” said the Red-Shirt Ghost General while looking at Lucas and Debbie.

The figure was tall and slender, wearing a hooded black robe with the hood covering its head, and it was looking down, with almost half of its face hidden by the hat. "Is it Sir North Ghost?" the wild ghost exclaimed excitedly. Nathan had already encountered a ghost lord, but he didn't know who this ghost lord was. He muttered, "Who is Sir North Ghost?" The wild ghost gave him a briefing, “Sir North Ghost is a first-class ghost under the direct command of the Ghost King. There are four Ghost Kings, but there are sixteen Ghost Dukes. The magical powers among the Ghost Dukes are also divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. Sir North Ghost is a first-class Ghost Duke. Some say that

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

I nodded gently in agreement. “Is there any girl you are chasing in the big city?” “No, Mummy. I didn’t go there to chase girls” I responded sounding pissed at the sudden interrogation. “Good!” she hedged for a few seconds, then resume in a more courteous tone “Because that mermaid after you could be an angry spiritual husband of a girl that is jealous, thinking you want to take his wife in this physical world. Some of these girls you see walking about are not really humans. Some of them are from the water and they already have husbands and children over there. They will come here to deceive young man and put them and their families in spiritual warfare they might never come out from…”