Falling Ghost Novels & Stories

Therefore, he had the courage of a hero and was not afraid to fight against wild ghosts, even if it meant risking his life. Little did they know that the wild ghosts had been diligently practicing and their skills had greatly improved over the years. Sir North Ghost had just experienced another battle, and although his momentum was fierce, he gradually became no match for the Ghost King. The wild ghost finally used the internal dan, and Sir North Ghost was defeated. His body was thrown high up and then fell down weightlessly. Nathan saw ghost fighting for the first time and felt extremely frightened. He didn't know if Sir North Ghost would fall from such a high place and turn into minced mea

A listening bug. I felt sick. Jillian turned to the guard. “Has anyone touched it?” “No, sir.” He inspected it, eyes darkening. “This tech isn’t cheap.” Joseph walked in behind us, already in a sharp suit. “We traced the signal.” Jillian didn’t look away from the bug. “And?” “It’s coming from somewhere in the city. Abandoned high-rise.” “Get the car,” Jillian said. “What’s going on?” I asked. Jillian looked at me, his face unreadable.

Ghost: “Perfect. Here’s how it’s going down: you won’t touch me, you won’t look me in the eyes, and you’ll follow my commands without a hint of defiance, even if it’s something you’d never willingly do. I’ll pick the locations, and you’ll adapt. Want to set a safe word, or do you prefer to surrender completely?” Me: “I'd like a safe word.” Ghost: “Then choose one.” Me: “Let’s go with ‘Mercy.’ It’ll be a good reminder for both of us that there’s a limit, even if I don’t want to use it.” Ghost: “If you will be calling for mercy, it better be a serious situation.” Me: “Don’t worry. If you’re going to break me, do it right.” Ghost: “Good. Perhaps this will help you remember what you’re really li

Faelon watched as the woman's ghost flew across the floor and the reaper jumped up and caught her in his hands. "I must get that stupid bitch," the spirit groaned eerily. "Shut the fuck up!" Atlas grunted and cursed as the woman struggled against his hold. "Some help here," Atlas groaned and Faelon wrapped his large hand around the ghost's throat and let his hellfire release a tiny bit. It stunned the spirit enough for Atlas to send it to the hole that formed in the floor. Inky black hands rose from the abyss and grasped the spirit. Atlas let go and the ghost wailed out as she was dragged below.

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.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

— Mehak Gupta *plays zero 'o clock in the bg* Whenever someone talked about his kindred spirits, Vantae would respond with a snicker. The only pair of soulmates he believed to exist was his hyungs. Though a part of him believed and craved for the Winged girl in his dreams to be true, the other part of him tried to convince him that it's just his fickle imagination. He wasn't sure if he's even breathing or not. He must have been because the moment her greenish eyes turned to look into his, he felt suffocated. Not in a bad way, of course. You know, in a way that knocks the breath out of your lungs. He must have been starring because he felt Jamie pat his shoulder.

Catching the ball midway, he fled the hall and ran to the sports field. The students began their walking again, while others laughed at George’s behavior. A certain person was however not amused by the event that just played out, her temperature degree had boiled over a 100-degree Celcius. Her heart rate thumping wildly She squashed the can of malt in her hands, spilling the content to the floor in anger “Marie, what are you going to?” Sasha, a minion of her asked “Stacy is never going to agree to date him which is something I know George has in mind. My mind tells me she is up to something” Trisha added

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.