Ghost Ex Novels & Stories

Joshua and Sofia looked at Yvonne in confusion, waiting for an explanation. "The Thousand-Year Corpse Gu is a type of Gu worm raised on a dead body, reviving repeatedly within the corpse," Yvonne explained. "Raised for a thousand years?" Macy scoffed. "Where would you find a thousand-year-old corpse? That's absurd." Macy looked at Yvonne with distrust. "The Thousand-Year Corpse Gu isn't something modern people raise. It's passed down," Yvonne continued, focusing on Macy. Macy shook her head, feigning ignorance. "How would I know what you're talking about? I've never heard of it."

# Flashback Ends After a thousand years passed, I was patiently waiting for her reincarnation. But this time, I will finish her off for good before I perish. If I were to cease from existing, Gina's reincarnation should not live either. Just then, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. My time was drawing near. I need to get rid of this scarlet witch. And my best weapon was Dexter. He was a greedy man, and all I had to do was instill in him more greed. I made him wood out of the mirror moon pack with the intent of getting rid of the scarlet Witch's reincarnation. But that didn't happen. When her powers were taken, she ought to have died, but she survived.

and a strange sense of dread beckoning him Ezekiel dashed to the far south of the Mansion. Ezekiel danced in a frustrated fashion past the few stragglers that were still trying to flee the area of the attack and get to safety, until the “Schleck” and snarl and slurp of something big feasting. And there was Brandon...dead. A still pale silhouette laid low beneath the gnashing, snapping teeth of the Ghoul. He was on his stomach, a small boy wrapper underneath him....and his back....was sliced wide open. The Ghouls face buried deep in his back and chest cavity. Chewing him up like hamburger. Brandon wasn’t moving or screaming as the beast devoured his flesh.

In the continent of Ybirth, a place of magic and legend exists, such as magic, mysterious creatures, colors, and a variety of options. But it is about that meagerness that makes another species named Ghost, they have the same shape as humans, so they can easily blend into everyday life. Eating human flesh and drinking blood to satisfy their hunger and maintain their shape, is because the Ghost race is not recognized, that all their resources and possessions have to be self-employed, even reused. human surplus to sustain their own lives.

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---

The tombstone glowed faintly in the dark soil. Vincent staggered back, his claws scraping against the stone. His name was etched into the granite—Vincent Fox. A growl tore from his throat. "No..." he gasped for breath. "No!" The ground beneath him rumbled as if something buried deep wanted to break free. From the shadows, the ghost’s whisper slid through the air: “She buried you with her. The grave doesn’t belong to her anymore; It belongs to you.”

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

"I have you. And I have the Ghost." "The Ghost is dead, Leo," Elena said, her voice softening. "You told the city that yourself." "The Ghost of the Gutter is dead," Leo agreed, his eyes flashing a brilliant, dangerous green. "But the Ghost of the High-Rise... he’s just getting started." High above them, in the dark rafters of the Sky-Lounge, a small, mechanical spider, no larger than a coin, flickered with a red light. It wasn't Syndicate tech. It was the same light Leo had seen on the black ship.