Ghost 19 Novels & Stories

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

Ethan grabbed his father’s arm. “We’re not leaving you again.” Richard gave him a proud smile. “That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.” Then, from the darkness behind the attackers, another voice rang out. Cold. Commanding. Unmistakably familiar. “Kill Richard Blackwood.” Everyone froze. Marcus slowly turned toward the approaching figures. Standing at the center of the armed team… With Margaret beside him in handcuffs… Was Samuel Reid. The Ghost. He raised his pistol and pointed it directly at Richard.

it rasped, its voice a mechanical croak. Anya hesitated, a war raging within her. Could she trust this stranger, this outcast from society? Yet, what options did she have? "Yes," she finally whispered, her voice hoarse. The figure extended a skeletal hand, revealing a small, crumpled piece of paper. "Ghost wants to see you," it said, its voice barely audible. "Abandoned Warehouse, District 13. Midnight." Anya's heart pounded. "Ghost?" The cyber beggar cackled, a sound devoid of mirth. "Don't ask me. Just follow the instructions, if you know what's good for you." With that, it shuffled back into the shadows, leaving Anya alone with the weight of the message.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.

She spits blood and she feels that she will be defeated if she can’t use the tactics and techniques. She closed her eyes and this time the ghost stone inside her body showed up in her mind. Alex was confused about where she was going, “Did I teleport? What kind of place is this?” The place was like a dimension without an exit portal. She was confused because the place was too quiet and she was walking in water. She was shouting to call for help, but suddenly the stone that she swallowed earlier appeared in front of her.

Ghost. He wanted Ms. Ghost to remain forever kind and perfect in the heart of that young girl. After laying Elowen on the bed, Adrian stepped out onto the balcony. His eyes were cold and merciless as they stared into the pitch black night. He took out his phone and made a call. “Teach Luke a lesson.”

He was splayed half-naked on the table, his glasses blurred, his body bluish-pale, with the morgue tag swaying on his feet like a death stamp. Black fire brimmed in Ghost’s chest, the memories haunting like the grim reaper. This wasn’t part of the plan. Ghost shouldn’t be doing this, because he had a link to Black Day. But Ghost needed a bait, someone to fan the flames. And when the time comes, Ghost’d burn them all. “Core’s temperature stabilized at thirty-two point seven,” the lead physician murmured. “We’re good to start the reversal.” Ghost snatched the tag from his feet before ordering. “Start the awakening process.”

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.