Ghost Cuphead Novels & Stories

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

The stairs fall into a deep chasm within the Luna mountain. Rosemary spots us toward the entrance of the cave, she reaches her hands out toward us as if she is ready to consume our souls as we run. I chant in elder speech and raise up my hands toward the cave entrance. Chief Wolfpaw zips past me in time, as I collapse the entrance to the cavern. The force of the cave in pushes Chief Wolfpaw and I toward the ground, knocking us over. The Ghost smiles at our dramatic entrance, and takes on her human form.

Another roar, much closer. “The Library doesn't like violence,” the ghost said. “You both should go. Now.” “But we had a deal. My memory—” “Later,” The ghost started to fade. “If you survive. Big if.” The pool in the middle started to bubble. Something was climbing out. Something with Victor's voice but not Victor's shape. “Run,” the ghost whispered, nearly gone. “Get out now.” A hand burst from the pool—wolf fur and metal plates. Then an arm. Then a head that was Victor's face stretched over a metal skull, his eyes replaced with red lights.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

Sam has less life in him now than he had when he lifted Cilia up the other time. "I'm asking you, bastards! Where is the fireball you stole?" He chuckled, observing their mood. "If I ask that question again, I promise that one of your heads would go for an answer!" He spat, and the shock on the faces of Sam and Ben turned into grimaces of shock. He smirked, his eyes glinting as he returned to more inane thoughts. "Gosh! Where is the damn ball of flames? And where is that headless, one eyed guy with the knife?" He flung his arm, sneering, towards his soldiers. Who knows what was running through his mind right now, I'd be tempted to knock it out of him, or chop his head off, if I could.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.

The Ghoul giggled until the gurgle of death and a fountain of blood was all that was left to be heard or seen. But......in victory there was also death. One overzealous female leopard, with fur covered in large white and grey and silver splotches, naming her a clouded leopard tripped up and got to close to the dying Ghouls snapping, giggling maw. In the blink of an eye, fangs had latched into her back leg. Blood and black spit flowed down her fur and paw as the horrible sound of crunching bone and pained growls lit the chaotic air.

Chapter 2 : Teleportation Aqua stirred from her sleep, her body weightless as she floated above her bed. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to regain control, her heart pounding with adrenaline. With a sudden jolt, she crashed back onto her mattress, the impact knocking the wind out of her. The door creaked open, and Aunt Cleo's concerned face peered into the room. "Aqua, are you alright?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.