Ghost Blade Manhwa Novels & Stories

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

"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.

He never touched me again after that but then turned to physically abusing my mother. I’m a hybrid: half-human, half-ghost. Like shifters, I have a human counterpart, and then I can shift to what I like to call my phantom counterpart. I become translucent, I can fly, I have telekinesis, electrical manipulation, I can communicate with spirits, and I can use spirit magic which means I can summon spirits at will and control them. Some of this I can do in my human form, but it’s harder to maintain and control.

Even though he said that he intertwined his pinky with mine and I have to say I never noticed how big it was compared to mine. “No, you know a pinky promise means that if you break your promise you will have to cut off your pinky.” “This suddenly got dark.: I snickered, “So promise?” I moved my pinky with his. “Promise.” Note: To open a portal with the undead magic tool, you have to strongly think about a place where you have to go and the portal opens to the nearest open place. Banshee : A banshee is a spirit in the form of a wailing woman whose appearance is an omen that one member of a family will die.

Briella looked thrilled, gazing at Woody with an expression full of excitement. "Young man, the fact that you can remain so calm in my presence only points to one thing." Ghost Blade picked up a sharp knife with barbs and said with a sinister tone, "You obviously don't know who I am, which is why ignorance makes you fearless. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Ghost Blade. Very soon, you'll truly understand why I have this name, because I'm going to peel your skin off inch by inch and lay it in front of you!

The tattooed man kicked again, doubling me over as his foot connected with my stomach. "Any last words?" He sneered, leaning over me. I forced my gaze up, meeting his eyes. He grinned, warping the sun tattoo into an odd shape on his cheek. "Well?" I opened my mouth, about to cuss at him when he fell forward, covering me in a splatter of blood. I gasped. I'd thought the pain from him kicking me was bad, but the pain of his dead weight bearing down on my beaten body had me balancing the edge of consciousness. I looked up, trying to force the engulfing black away and met pale blue eyes. It seemed my guardian wasn't just a pretty face.

Kyra raised her hand, and she opened the portal. “Ostium Inferni,” said Kyra. Presently a portal opens from behind the ghost. It turned its back, and the gang could see fear and shock on its face. A hooded creature came out of the portal. The wings almost remove the feathers. It was wearing a long skirt with a broken hem. Also, it was holding a scythe, and they could not see its face. “W-what is that?” Raven asked in shock. “The grim reaper.” Tyler and Kyra spoke, but they only heard Kyra’s voice. Tyler uses his telepathy with Kyra.

I whipped my hands out and closed my eyes and mouth as tight as possible, turning my head to the side, half under a pillow. I stabbed both shards right into the middle of this throat. Blood immediately washed over me, warm and disgusting. I opened my eyes to see him grasping at his throat and I pulled back, then quickly stabbed into each side of his neck multiple times. Blood soaked us both like a flood and he gasped for air, still clutching his throat. He fell on my chest and I turned the piece in my right hand downward and stabbed it into the back of his neck multiple times. His blood was in my eyes, in my nose ... in my mouth.

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

“Okay. So you know how the Moon — the real Moon, not the thing we talk to when we shift — has phases? Waxing, full, waning, dark? It’s not just poetry. Old lore says the magic across the Veil has cycles too, like tides. Times when the barrier holds strong, and times when it thins. Times when it listens. Times when it hungers.” Her fingertips hovered over an inked diagram: a circle, blacked out, surrounded by jagged lines like fractures. “The Hollow King is what fills the Veil when it goes hollow. The silence. The empty. He’s the thing that moves in the wake of a devouring. He doesn’t get called down like Jade. He seeps in when something already broke.” Baylee felt something cold run through