Ghost Blade Manhwa Novels & Stories

No, he couldn't be dead. The sound of three men dressed in black became audible and she turned, showing her fangs and uncontained rage. He lunged towards them facing them, reaching the neck of the first and destroying him on the spot. But it was not enough. Nothing could appease the throbbing pain in his chest. She looked at the other man running toward her and lunged toward him. Just seconds from being able to reach the tender skin on her neck, something pierced the side of her torso causing her to crash to the floor a meter away.

Blaise chuckled lowly. The sound of skin being ripped and bones being cracked echoed along the cold brick walls accompanied by a few strangle cries and grunts. When Mia opened her eyes, they were all lying in a pool of their own blood. Mia blinked. She had forgotten how strong her brother had become. He was a Class S ghoul. data-p-id=474c6704571cb546b1c130e01de71d39,He landed without a sound and stood up, hands leisurely in his pockets. He glanced at Caitlynn to see her curled up in a ball, her eye's squeezed shut.

] [Level: 1 (83 XP left to lv2)] [Race: Ghost] [Life points: ∞] [Mana points: 10] [Attack: N/A] [Defense: ∞] [Dextery: N/A] [Agility: N/A] [Inteligence: N/A] [Spiritual Force: 20] [Skills](^) - Possession (Lv 1) (No MP) (v) The user can possess a body, puppet, golem, or mecha if its ownerless or if the user has a stronger spiritual force than its owner. - Soul devour (Lv 1) (1 SF/s) (v) The user can 'swallow' a soul or a ghost to gain a permanent boost to his/her spiritual force. It's the only way to level up for ghosts - Weak mind blade (Lv 1) (2 SF) (v)

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Lyra asked, her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. The Shadow-Heir didn't answer with words. He raised the rusted scalpel, and the air around him turned into "Grey Static." He was a "Narrative Ghost," a version of Kaelen that would have existed if Lyra had never found the Shadow Claws, if the silver-poison had been allowed to finish its work.

Ghost insists. “No, Ghost. You heard Bronx.” “We’ll never find them again.” “We have our orders, bro. We saw what they looked like. That will have to do.” “GHOST!” Dina dodges between people’s legs. “HELP!” I reach out so I can pick her up. I need to get her outside, but a warrior in wolf form snatches her up by the neck and crushes his jaws down on her throat. She squeals until her head turns at an unnatural angle. Blood drips from his jaws as the warrior drops her lifeless body and moves on to the next creature.

How could this be happening? My anxiety grew each day. Fate was unpredictable. If fate had destined me for unexpected wealth, then every time I tripped outside, it would be over a pile of gold! Still, if I had really swapped fates with Lucas again, then what was the point of my rebirth? The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and there was no one I could confide in. Meanwhile, Zoe grew annoyed with me after she saw me with the pendant. She even moved out of the dorm and did not bother pretending to be polite anymore.

Within seconds, nothing remained except a hollow lifeless body collapsing into the dirt. I stumbled backward in horror. “Oh my god…” The camp erupted into chaos. People ran in every direction while shadow demons emerged from the ground faster now, black smoke pouring upward through cracks splitting across the earth. Horses tore free from their ties, screaming as they bolted into the darkness. Another guard swung wildly at one of the demons. The blade passed straight through smoke. The creature reformed instantly behind him. Corin shoved me backward hard. “Stay behind me!” Bright crystal light suddenly flashed beside me as Rhys drew one of his twin blades. The crystal embedded into the weapon

My blood sizzled. "You're not just a ghost," I muttered. "No. I'm death." He spun again, the scythe trailing shadows. I blocked it with both blades. The clash sent a shockwave through the ground. Flames shot up around us. "You won't stop me," I yelled. "You can't even stop yourself." He whispered words I didn't understand. The ground opened. Skeletal hands clawed their way out, grabbing at my legs. I sliced through them, spinning as I dodged another attack.