Dewdrop Ghost Novels & Stories

, she returned to the story "I stood completely naked at the bank of the river with the cold water under my feet, blood-sucking insects fed on me to their fill, the chilling cold cut right through the bones. I have never been more afraid in my entire life but I stood my ground, I wanted to end whatever I had with that evil spirit. At exactly 11:30 pm I placed the calabash into the river, then pierced my thumb with my earring and dropped some blood into the river breaking whatever covenant I had with this demon. I remained at the bank and watched the calabash fade away from sight until it was no more. Which met the offering was accepted". "Did it work?" I asked pondering at what this soft loo

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.

It would be much easier. Cloud Spirit had a disdainful look on her face. 'This deceitful old man must be lying. I've been serving Your Ladyship for many years, and I've heard more than enough. However, I have never heard of this Ghost Spirit Herb.' Darryl scratched his nose and replied slowly, "Six months ago, I traveled around many places. When I was in the demons' territory, I overheard some demon warriors mention that the Ghost Spirit Herb can be found in the Black Swamp at the Northwest side of their territory."

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

It hummed with the sound of massive computing power. Sitting in the center of the room on a simple ergonomic chair was a man. He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with messy dark hair and thick framed glasses. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, typing furiously on a keyboard. This was the Ghost. Not an old veteran, but a kid. Adrian stopped at the edge of the server farm. "Silas Vane. Meet the Ghost." The kid stopped typing. He spun his chair around. He looked at Silas, then at Leo. He pushed his glasses up his nose.

Even Reaper and Sienna had relaxed, sitting on the edge of the holographic projector, watching the map. I looked at the global projection glowing in the center of the room. The massive, pulsing crimson dot over the Mariana Trench was entirely greyed out. Abyssal-One was offline. "You did good, Ghost," Dax said, walking up behind the couch. He handed me a canteen of actual, purified water a luxury we hadn't seen in months. He had showered and changed back into his signature heavy leather cut, his Phase-Knife strapped to his thigh.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

My breath was coming out in short gasps as we both looked at each other, not ready to let go I was mesmerized by the colour of his eyes and though they were dark and stormy, I noticed there was a silver glint in his iris which I had never noticed before. Drew cleared his throat all of a sudden and I came out of my eye fucking him. Yes, that was literally what I had been doing to him because all I could feel was his cold and strong hands on my body. Was it a curse that I could touch and see these ghosts? I asked myself because, from observation, I knew that only I could see and commute with them. “Sorry about that,'' he muttered, retracting his hands and apparating out of the kitchen, leaving

I mutter, give him a bow and intend to leave but he holds my elbow just to stop me. However, I snap his hand away from me and said; "I hate you" "Well, I hate you more, stop giving me attitude and get me back to my body" It creeps me out that I'm talking to a ghost. I need to snap out of my delusions immediately before it consumes me. I walk out on him again and this lunatic keeps following me! "I'd make you famous shorty, Everyone would worship you as a god" Don't say a word. Drelia