Dewdrop Ghost Novels & Stories

Her body would simply fail, and she would fall. But not today. Today wasn't the right day. The light was wrong. The angle was wrong. The wind was unpredictable. Ghost had learned patience the hard way by staying alive when he should have been dead. He watched her disappear into the building. Then he waited. Ghost ate protein bars and drank water from a bottle he'd prepared the night before. The apartment was empty except for him and his equipment. He'd rented it under a false name, paid in cash, told the landlord he was a photographer working on a project about the Manhattan skyline.

The wolf people clan didn't want to anger their goddess of the night, their precious Luna whom I am named after. The fog appears thicker and brighter this time. The officer shakes in the air and twitches like a victim being tortured within. His eyes turn yellow, and his veins bulge. As he floats in the air, his skin becomes pale green. The water drips slowly down his shoulders and onto the floor. The Ghost is out for revenge on this officer. His name says Officer Wilds.

Once he comes, I will take my time to think of what to do next as I heal. ***ALPHA XANDER’S POV**** “Oh, my goodness. This is ridiculous. How am I supposed to get a teardrop as a ghost? If I go in the flesh, I can get as many teardrops as you want.” I said, hoping they would change their mind. “We don't take in cheap things.” He said as he stood up.

Must know, Crocodile Swamp is considered as all True Ghost, not enough for a thousand respect. Tadhg Walter's eyes flashed with determination. "Consume the Ice Ghost Starship, help me level up and escape!" With Tadhg Walter leveling up, half a step, transcending, comparing everything else is not worth mentioning. A ray of Ice Ghost light radiated from the direction of the Ice Ghost Crystal Boat, covering Tadhg Walter's body, sucking him directly into the Ice Ghost Starship. Countless rays of light sparkled, and the entire Ice Ghost Starship turned into an Ice Ghost ovum, covering Tadhg Walter in it.

Ding Hao nodded and smiled. After he ran his power a bit, the two of them instantly came to the sky above the River of Forgetfulness. In front of them. On the Karma Mirror towering into the clouds, the light of the Divine Mirror shone on the river. By distinguishing good and evil, it classified the ghosts into different streams and drifted into the distance. On the Karma Mirror, there were 1,000 ghost servants in black working day and night.

She ducked the matter ‘But I want to learn how to work like you?’ she spoke in a low tone of pleading Amanda, pulled the chair, the sound of it scraping against the floor could be heard clearly as the room suddenly went silent at her sudden action. she created a perfect diversion to snub her appeal. “Come on.” Mercy was not budging, Mercy went to the window and looked down; A car screeched in front of the entrance. “Permission to leave, we have guests I will go open for them.”

getting worried for Me. Of course I never parted with the necklace which had a green jade pendent on it. It was the only thing that could connect me to my real parents but today I wanted Wayne to have it. I could find my parents from this but the bitter reality of getting rejected by them or the thought that they aren't in this world scares me the most. Wayne always loved sparkly things and she always had a liking to my pendent and today I wanted her to have it. In this world all what matters is her happiness nothing more than that. I looked at her... her eyes still at the pendent in my hand I pulled her near and put the small necklace on her. "It looks good on you" I smiled looking at her.

I wasn't quite surprised, he was a hardworking fellow and his eyes had a different colour whenever money was mentioned. The scrawny scoundrel with too much brain and not enough sense only when there was more than enough money involved. He looked like twenty- five, with spectacles slipping down his nose and a nervous twitch in his jaw and a stupid beard he had refused to shave or didn't have enough time to shave like he always put it. But I trusted his work. For now. Ghost dropped his pack on the floor and pulled out a black, custom-made laptop. He glanced at the chip lying on the coffee table like it might suck him and gave me a very stupid, long look.

Enzo asked, standing behind me, his presence a solid, grounding weight in the dark room. "I can't break it from the outside," I said, my heart hammering as I watched the Weaver’s data-streams pulse on the screen. "It’s too recursive. But I can 'Ghost' us. I can create a 'Data-Void' around us. As long as we stay within a five-block radius of a Cavallo-linked substation, we won't exist on their screens." I began the injection. I didn't delete our files; I "refracted" them. I made the Weaver see "Nothing" where we stood. It was a masterpiece of digital camouflage, a way to move through the serpent’s garden without ever disturbing a leaf.

There was a search button at the top and he clicked on it then inputted the id, it brought out an icon only, he tapped on the icon and the website entered a chat interface. A ghost appeared at the bottom of the screen in the chat interface floating up and down amd Asher figured it was the icon indicating if the other party was typing or not. He was right because a text entered few seconds later, the username of the sender was redsun, the message read; ‘Hello dear curious reader, we’re glad you made it this far. Something popped up asking Asher to pick a designated nickname before he could reply the message. He thought about it for a while, then picked The will of Aura, aura was almost litera