Erchius Ghost Starbound Novels & Stories

Thousands of obsidian-class dreadnoughts, led by the Senior Architect’s flagship, the Monolith, surrounded the graveyard of deleted worlds. "They aren't here to capture us," Rhys said, his voice steady despite the hundreds of targeting lasers painting the hull of their ship. "Look at the energy readings. They’re charging Universal Erasers. They’re going to burn this entire sector of space—the graveyard, the Debugger, and us—just to ensure the 'Glitch' doesn't reach the Source." The Final Stand: The Ghost-Chain

**FLASHBACK – YEARS AGO – THE DEEPWOOD OUTSKIRTS** Before she became a ghost in Ember’s mirror, her name was **Eira**. Born under the same moon cycle as Ember Wellesley, just hours apart, on opposite ends of the forest. The healers whispered it was a blessing—that the Goddess had blessed the Peak with twins of power. But only one was claimed. Ember was marked. Eira was not. She watched from the trees that first night, barely five years old, as the villagers gathered for Ember’s moon-naming ceremony. Lanterns floated into the air. Wolves howled. Magic surged.

"We need to get to the exit. The Eraser is already putting itself back together." Bryan was right. Below the platform, the broken glass pieces of the spider were floating back together. They were clicking into place, growing larger and sharper. The red eyes of the machine began to glow with a blinding light. "You can't leave yet," the Ghost Hazel said. She stepped toward me, her wings shedding sparks of fire. "If you go back now, the Board will just reset the loop. You’ll wake up in the car again. You’ll lose Elle again. Is that what you want?"

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.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

She touched his chest. “Let her run. Getting her back is better. Three parts in Nassau—same buyers, more money.” He laughed, held her. “Ghost Star: Escape. Recapture. Reclaimed. She’ll beg.” Seraphina smiled mean. “High quality. Big tears.” Boat moved. I deleted video, broke card, dropped pieces in ocean.

The only obstacle was crossing a river. Eve stared at me, her eyes full of helplessness. "But I don’t know how to swim." I lowered my gaze and whispered, "I’ve hidden a small boat in the cornfield. When the lantern ceremony begins the day after tomorrow, we’ll sneak away and escape." The old fishing boat had been discarded by a fisherman in the village, left abandoned in the fields. I had secretly repaired it and stashed it in the cornfield when no one was watching. Eve’s eyes lit up.

If Andros had any hidden doubts about my statement, his face didn't betray them. I began the long, slow walk back towards Frostpoint, with Andros and my escort trailing behind. In the distance, the squadron of Xiezhi had almost finished mopping up the last of my forces-the Erebus had given them momentary trouble, but a signal deadener could only be so useful against mounted lasers. I glanced across the plateau-the red shell of the original stealth mech lay cooling in the snow. Having already recreated its ability with the Erebus, there wasn't much knowledge I could gain from its carcass.

"We?" The screen blinked again. This time, a video. A hooded figure, face obscured. But the voice... Familiar. And female. > "Bella Bluefield. You've come far. But the war isn't over. Echo Prime wasn't designed to destroy-it was designed to survive. And now that it has, it seeks a host." Xavier stepped forward. "And who are you?" > "I was one of the first. A prototype. Before Celeste. Before Halcyon. They called me Ghost Alpha. But you can call me... Sera."

“Breathe with me. One… two… three.” Leah breathed. The world tilted, then steadied a little. “Now,” Ghost said. “Tell me exactly where you heard it.” “It was under the east beam,” Leah said. “Near the big server. He was holding it. He said he could fix it. He shouted for me to leave.” Ghost closed his eyes for a second. He opened them. “We go slow. We go as a team.” They started crawling. The air tasted like metal. Sparks fell like slow rain.