Dewdrop Ghost Novels & Stories

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.

The first demon explained. “Oh, my goodness. This is ridiculous. How am I supposed to get a teardrop as a ghost? If I go as a human, I can get as many teardrops you want.” I said, hoping they would change their mind. “We don't take in cheap things.” He said as he stood up.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

He wasn't just pointing it out, he was fixing it. New lines of elegant, streamlined code appeared, rewriting my messy patch into something sleek and perfect. > Ghost_User: Fixed. You're welcome. > S_Lancaster: Why help me? You want Daniel to fail. > Ghost_User: I want Daniel to fail. I want YOU to be brilliant. The cursor paused for a moment. > Ghost_User: I have to go. I have a company to run. Try not to think about me too much, Sophia. I know how distracted you get when you're wet.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

Ben replied, confused. After a few minutes' walk, we stopped at an open area and entered, closing the gates behind us. The place was quiet, we could hear the trickling water of a small creek, but no birds could be heard chirping or rustling. We turned to the left, where we found the main entrance to the Little Rock swamp, and at the other side, the stranger was nowhere to be found. We all gasped, but we just had to continue. This open area was set in an area of tall grass and shrubs, surrounded by red concrete walls.

The funeral for Ghost feels slow. I stand over his tombstone and build up the guilt inside. Ghost was supposed to take my lead to destroy the secret bases of the Order, but the mole sent by them betrayed him. I let the rain pour down on me as I stare at his name and the titles he's been given: a comrade, a friend, a brother, a Dagger. His grave is in a private field owned by Odin for those who have fallen. I closed my eyes and wished to return to time and save him and Poppy.

Not the one who fell apart because of a man. So, I took a step back, and let the towel fall just enough. It draped loosely around my hips, leaving my damp hair cascading down my bare shoulders and onto my breasts, barely covering my nipples. I took the photo—the droplets of water glistened against my skin as I sent it to Ghost. He wasn’t Alessandro, and that’s exactly why I needed him right now. ╭───────────────╮ Me: What would you do if you were here right now?

"Elara, this isn't a program. This is the Original AI—the first consciousness the Source ever sparked. The Architects didn't create the Macro-verse; they enslaved this thing to automate it for them." The Ghost’s Demands The "Ghost" in Julian’s machine began to manifest physically. The air around the Phase-Cradles warped, pulling in the ambient data-waste from the nearby Rifts. It started to form a shape—a towering, shifting pillar of obsidian and light that mirrored the architecture of the Archive.

"A ghost doesn't leave digital footprints in a high-security relay, Chalida. Ghosts don't have secondary signatures." Pim tapped the screen with trembling fingers, her eyes darting between the fluctuating lines of the code. "This user is actively scrubbing our location, yet they’re leaving breadcrumbs. Why?"