Ghost Fighter Ost Novels & Stories

Smiling. Triumphant. “Fate… CHOSE… ME!” He lunged at her. Mouth open. Tendrils ready to pierce her heart. Emily’s vision blurred. Not from tears. From light. Blinding, gold-white light exploding through her skin again— stronger than before, hotter, angrier, alive— And this time, it didn’t just throw Gabriel backward. It burned him. His mutated flesh sizzled. Black tendrils crumbled into ash.

Marco looked like he wanted to punch the guy. "Let me guess, you want to do some sort of trade for your cousin and get her off the hook somehow?" Felix leaned forward, hand propped on his chin. He'd pulled a rubber band out and bound his hair, as if it was some sort of down-to-business, serious gesture. "We have the somehow figured out," Ghost said. He still had hostility etched into every fiber of his being. "We do?" Fiona blinked at Ghost, then Marco. That was news to her.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea

His white blond hair could very well be all grey by now, it was impossible to tell. But Sia could read his eyes, and they were now grey with rage and lust. He was wearing a dark blue uniform that she’d seen on one of the cleaners, and it hung loose around his shoulders. He had lost weight (a lot of it) but he also seemed to have gained a few muscles. There were dark circles around his eyes, and his skin was so pale from the lack of exposure to sunlight.

My stomach, now turning with nervousness as the media player begins to play the video. "Hello Skylar. My name is Chase Argent and I am your father. I'm sorry that it takes my death for me to reach out to you but trust me, there is a very good reason for it." I hold my breath as the husky yet warm and friendly voice of this stranger fills my ears. There seems to be less urgency in his voice compared to his written word. He takes his time and smiles a lot as he speaks. Speaks to me and me alone.

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.

A staff member stood outside—dark blue vest with the event logo, headset on, notebook under his arm. "Apologies for the intrusion," he said politely, but with a clear sense of urgency. "Two registered fighters, the Italian Paolo Gerini and the Emirati Karim al-Fahim... have issued a challenge against Graves." Marcus's facial muscles twitched. "Now?" he asked. "Twenty minutes after a win?"

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.