Devin "ghost" Sola Novels & Stories

As the moonlight cast its ethereal glow upon the chamber, Eros, the loyal follower of Devin, found himself jolted from his slumber by a faint whisper that pierced the silence. His eyes snapped open, wide with trepidation, as he surveyed the room, searching for the source of the haunting voice. And there, amidst the swirling mist, he beheld a sight that sent shivers coursing down his spine. Devin's soul, a spectral apparition, floated before him, his form translucent and otherworldly. Eros's breath caught in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the impossible.

Two other men were just staring at me, waiting for their boss to gavel down the official decree to finally castigate me if I ever try to lie to their Alpha's face. I gulped and stared back at the Alpha who just suddenly barged into my temple asking me to find 'her'. This Alpha is none other than the infamous Devon Guillermo from Black Dew Pack located in New York City. He is famous for his 2-mile-rule border to each neighboring pack. Everyone literally hated him for his ruthlessness and unreasonable bounty-hunting prowess. He liked hunting the Most-wanted rogues all over South America. He would either make slaves out of them or kill them slowly. He is the epitome of a punisher. His methods a

“I’m not here to hurt you.” A man stepped forward just enough for her to see him — mid-thirties, hard face, wearing a black and silver cut. With the vest– Devil’s Sons. “Name’s Ghost,” he said quietly, keeping his distance. “We’ve been watching this war from the outside. King is getting too bold, too powerful. It’s bad for business. We want him gone.” Hazel’s pulse hammered. “What do you want from me?” Ghost kept his hands visible. “Inside information. Reaper’s plans. Timing on the next hit. In return, we extract you and your friend Lena. Clean IDs. Full protection far away from here. No more tracker. No more Reaper.”

that I didn't expect. In a small apartment in Neo-Tokyo, a man was sitting at a computer. He was in his late thirties now. His hair was streaked with grey, and he had a scar over his left eye that hadn't been there in 1998. It was Silas. He hadn't forgotten. He had spent the last two decades becoming the world’s greatest "Data-Archaeologist." He wasn't looking for money or fame. He was looking for a "Ghost."

“Ren and I are working together on her album. Didn’t she tell you about me?” My hold on Devin’s waist tightened as I speak, “I don’t even know you, Camila.” She laughed softly, like a sweet innocent thing that’s finding joy in my annoyance. “Don’t be like that, Ren. Devin and I go way back-” “Stop it, Cami,” Devin cut her off, but the girl wasn’t done speaking. Honestly, I want to know what she has to say. “Devin is my ex-husband, Ren.”

She exchanged contacts with Fernando and left the house after promising to return the next day so they could talk better. In the car, on their way home, she sent a text to Kira. “This is harder than I thought. His phone is with me but I can’t seem to copy the data because he’s staring at my direction. What is the name of the dealer so I can search for the number instead before handing his phone back to him.” Just immediately, a reply came. “Draco stone. But continue trying to copy the data, it would be better that way.” She attached the flashed to her phone and copied the data to it.

Or just a pale imitation, a ghost haunting the spaces between who I’d been and who I hoped to become? The days had stretched into a monotonous blur since William’s final betrayal. I drifted through each one like a shadow, reluctant to fully wake or completely surrender. I avoided calls, ignored messages, and stayed locked inside this room, wrapped in the suffocating silence that felt both like protection and punishment.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

When she said Almighty creator, all the light flickered there. "And you are...an angel?", asked the soul again with curious in a fine voice. Then it thought, " why not give it a try? Anyway if didn't accept this they will take me to the utmost hottest hell. l am decided to obey what the angel said. Atleast l can erase my past life's wrong deeds through this rebirth." "lf you think am...then l am. Oh! l forget to tell you. My name is Aidah. l will be serving as your guide", said the PA by waking the soul from thinking after a deep breath.

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.