Novel & Cerita Ghost Dying

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

He was dressed in the same white attire the Council members had been in, but unlike them, he had black hair which seemed to have grayed from age and eyes that looked to be ink black. “You should let go of that,” he said, and I turned to my gaze to find the ‘child’ I’d held unto was actually a rotten corpse with maggots falling off it. I shove away from it, wiping the grease on my hand on my pants. “I heard it speak,” “Yes. Down in the Forgotten Pits, when people die, their souls remain here as ghosts. There’s no escape from this place, not even in death.” I looked up at him, wondering if I was seeing things or if this man at least was real. He looked real enough.

One of the disadvantages of being a ghost was the lack of resources for their kind. Unlike the living, they aren't able to feel anything like hunger, tiredness, and pain. As well as pleasure, fullness, relaxation, and comfort. The Dead doesn't need anything so to find water was such an impossible thing to do.

"No! This is impossible… That was just a single blow! Argh!!!" With one final bellow of shock and disbelief, Ghost's body that was comparable to a small hill collapsed resoundingly, and he was soon no longer breathing. A curious silence ensued, aside from the pedestrians still running and screaming and the crackling of fires. "H-How?" Even as Skyler lay on the ground, she was staring at Frank in disbelief as a million questions filled her mind. Ghost, who had been so pompous and even vowed to conquer the world, had died from just a single blow.

"Please calm down, Miss Vanzie. You are not going to die. The reaper is not going to hurt you and-" "Eekk!" Vanzie screamed with her eyes wide open as she looked up. Her scream took Jennet by surprise and she looked up. There, hovering above them was a black hooded being. The Grim Reaper! Jennet heaved a deep breath of relief. "Ah, Miss Vanzie, don't worry you, eh?!" Her eyes widened when she saw Vanzie was already lying on the floor, losing consciousness. "Miss Vanzie!" she slapped the woman's cheeks repeatedly but the woman didn't rouse.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

They both were watching him. "Why are we discussing that bitch right now? I bet she's long dead." Ghost said, sounding as nonchalant as he could. It was another way to find out if she was really dead too. "No, son. She's not dead." Don Carianno chuckled. "Not yet." Ghost was lowkey ecstatic and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't supposed to matter if she was fucking dead or not. But his heart seemed to have a mind of its own, getting giddy over the news.

He shrugged indifferently. I shook my head at Knight, unsure of his angle. “You’re looking for a good time though, and all Pamela is capable of providing is pain. Isn’t that right?” My eyes skewered hers, and from the twitch at the left corner of her lip, she was remembering our time together just as vividly. Her eyes flashed as they landed on Knight. “Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t heard any complaints.” Ghost cocked his head. He freshly buzzed his hair for tonight and it gave him a harsh, military look. “Can’t complain if they’re dead. I’m assuming you can’t speak to the dead, correct?”

After two years of working at Sensationalism, she still had not found the answer to her eyes. The prayer was still repeated. The host said that they have to pray three times for the game to work. This made Roxanne quieter. She knew she was the one who felt the coldest here. Ghosts appeared more in paintings, windows and walls. There was an oddity that intrigued Roxanne. The spirits here die for only three main reasons: hanging, drowning, and burning to death. Roxanne looked around the room for an oddity but to no avail. She also discovered that the spirits were getting closer and closer to her. “Hey, come back here. Standing next to this lady is very comfortable,” the maid spirit waved at th

The waft of his musky cologne hits me when we enter, and I lose it all over again. “He’s alive. Ghost took him, though I don’t know where. I haven’t felt his connection sever though I feel his pain. I think Ghost is one of the best people to help him, he was a medic in the human army when he was young,” she says, patting the bed for me to sit. “I didn’t know that,” I say, as I wrap my arms around her.