Ghost Blade Manhwa Novels & Stories

Pure shook her head: “I still don’t know the meaning of that weird dream, but I know the baby is crossbred of the phoenix and the unicorn.” “ Crossbreed?”- Lowen muttered: “This is so weird… I mean this can’t happen, I think they will never let a crossbred baby be born.” Rojana agreed, he analyzed seriously: “Unicorn and Phoenix are neither friends nor enemies, so this can’t happen.” “I know that can’t happen, but let’s see, Pure is never wrong, or maybe she is getting weaker..”- Erono said. “You mean I am weaker?” “No no!” said Erono. But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

43 - When Big Shots have Too Much Time to Spare "The first-ranked assassin Ghost Blade is here!" Hearing that news, Ye Mo did not feel as surprised as he thought he would be. The moment he accepted that Little Yin would be staying with his family, he had long expected something like this to happen.

Right at this moment— Boom! Streaks of black light suddenly appeared. Like wildly spreading vines, they were sweeping toward Ding Hao and Xie Jieyu and were carrying a cold and corrosive aura. Even the void barrier was corroded, making a hissing light sound. The ghost-like figure was hidden in the black flames in the void, and he was rushing toward Ding Hao. His bronze grimace mask was particularly eye-catching and he looked like a ghost in the netherworld. It was the successor of the Hades Ghost Sect.

Aziz was already in motion, a blur of white and black. He tore through them with vicious grace, snapping necks, slitting throats. He was faster than I could track, each movement precise and lethal. And me—I raised my hellblade with my hands trembling. “Stay close to me, little flower,” Aziz called, his red eyes flashing. “But don’t just stand there. Strike!” A ghoul lunged for me. Its claws scraped my arm as I swung wildly. The blade connected, slicing across its ribs. It shrieked, black goo spilling from its mouth before it collapsed at my feet.

* Lamia was sitting outside their little house when he saw some shadow pass He followed the shadow to the bank of the river and the shadow turned Why are you following me the shadow asked I just wanted to see what you are Lamia replied I'm shadow and you Lamia right yes the bloody Vampire King the shadow said Ha ha ha that's not me I'm only Lamia, Lamia replied with smiles Whatever the shadow replied so are we friends now? The shadow asked stretching forth his hand Right Lamia said and was about shaking hisa hand he held the hand tightly then he realised it was a shadow The shadow was scared for a moment how can a vampire hold a shadow he realised Lamia's worth suddenly and he disappeared He

The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well. “Damien!” Kora brought my attention to her, “It’s almost time!” She shouted. “Almost time for what?” I hollered back, the wind picking up some more. “I need you to take Abby’s hands for a moment while I clear this part of the Garden of the souls, I can’t do it if I’m connected to her,” she explained and I didn’t question further, I took a hold of Abby’s

That blade. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids reconstruct the memory. The dark titanium alloy. The distinct, weighted crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It wasn't a modern tactical design. It was old-world craftsmanship, built specifically for close-quarters executions where Kevlar couldn't protect the target. Years ago, before I consolidated the Thorne empire, the eastern syndicates used to whisper bedtime stories about an elite phantom assassin who worked exclusively for the highest bidders. An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost.

The Villain-me grins with teeth stained black from consuming shadow magic. The Martyr-me bleeds gold from self-inflicted wounds that never heal. The Coward-me trembles, eyes darting for escape routes that don't exist. The Tyrant-me stands with spine straight as a blade, power radiating from her like heat from a forge. The God-me floats inches above the ground, stars spinning in her hollow eye sockets. And the Ghost-me... she's barely there at all, translucent and silent, a whisper of what I could become if I simply gave up.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.