Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

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)] [Level: 3 (76 XP left to lv4)] [Race: Zombie (Ghost)] [Life points: 3 (20) / ∞] [Mana points: 38 (30)] [Attack: 8 (10) / (N/A)] [Defense: 8 (10) / ∞] [Dextery: 11,2 (14) / (N/A)] [Agility: 4 (5) / (N/A)] [Inteligence: 8,8 (11) / (N/A)] [Spiritual Force: 54]

“ He said. " Can I hug you? “ Queen Minerva sniffed. " You'll pass through. I'm dead, Minerva. I wish I could hug you right now too. “ He said sadly. " I missed you. “ She said in tears. " I miss you more. “ " Our daughter is dying. “ " I know. I tried to stop it but I'm mere ghost. “ He sighed. " You've been with dead, do you know what we could use to kill Dagon finally? “

Alex grumbled and I hummed, "I'll appear before my father when the time is right." "What about Ginevra, how would she know?" He asked. "You don't worry your head about that one. She'll definitely find me." She was, after all, the smartest woman I had ever known. The Ghost will be dead by the break of dawn. The Ghost—Ricardo Sanchez will undergo a rebirth by the break of dawn. But even in my confidence, my heart still shuddered with questions. Would I truly be dead by the break of dawn, or would the universe be kind enough to grant me an opportunity at yet another life?

“Always remember, Ghosts don’t exist.” “Ghosts don’t exist,” Syke repeated to himself over and over again. He didn’t mind saying it over and over until he believed it. Anything to make himself feel better about their mission in the middle of the night at St. Jacques. Chloe moved through a short expanse of land, taking time to scrape the mud off the tombstones and stare at the names on them. “Gary Endrick,” she murmured. “1975 to 2016. Died too young. All humans die young.”

The factory was silent. The only sound was the slow drip of blood hitting the cold floor. Adrian stood over the body, his gun still in his hand. It was done. Ghost was dead. He exhaled slowly, staring at the lifeless man at his feet. It had been too easy. No struggle, no tricks. Just one bullet, and it was over. Something didn’t feel right. Matteo’s voice came through his earpiece. “Boss, we need to move.”

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

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.

“If I’m given another chance, I promise to train myself, become stronger, and make you proud. I don’t want to disappoint you, so I promised to improve if given another chance.” “I love that, human. You keep raising my expectations of you, and I promise to lend you my strength when the time comes so that we can both train together using my newly acquired form.” “Thank you, Ghost, but we shouldn’t be thinking about that right now because we’re stuck here. We won’t be able to train or learn about your new form’s capabilities.” I informed her. “What do you mean?” She questioned. “It looks like we are both dead and trapped in the afterlife. Those bastard vampires did indeed kill us, and you were

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.