Ghost Fighter Ost Novels & Stories

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.

We tried to take him down on multiple occasions, but we suffered severe casualties as he's just that powerful. "East City…" Frank mused to himself. "Could it be the one you call Ghost, whom you've mentioned before?" "It's none other than him. I understand that your strength is weakened outside Shagan, but—" "Nobody moves!" Before Frank and Jouri could finish, a group of thugs wearing blood-red ghost masks and with their hair dyed in a variety of colors, kicked open the cafe door. "Everyone, on your knees! Hand over all your money!" "No! It's The Ghosters!"

he adds, and I shake my head. “Are you trying to get into my head?” I ask, looking directly into his dark eyes. and he shakes his head, cocking his head to the side slightly. When I am done, I walk out of the changing rooms straight into the cage where I am about to have my first underground fight. Ghost introduced me to this world and I come here every time I want to distract myself. There’s something therapeutic for me watching people bleed. “Remember what I told you,” Ghost says and I nod. This is an underground fight, but the rules are different from other fights. Head and face are out, you’re not allowed to hit your opponent on the face where it could give away he was in a fight.

Instinctively, I pull the duvet up to my neck so as to distract his lustful stare. "What are you doing here?" I croak while sitting up. Wrong question. He lives here. Instead of answering me, he plainly stares at me, a creepy gleam in his salient silver-gray eyes that search for aunty visible nakedness in my body. "I'm talking to you? Aren't you supposed to be in Russia or whatever? Caring so little that I could be dead by now?" I yell at him, very frustrated inside. Unknown people have been tracking me down like a bounty worthy millions. The gunshot memories from last night makes my breath heavy, and the sight of one fearless man fighting against a group of gangsters replays in my mind.

Ghost pulls out a couple of pieces of paper and throws them down on the table, from brother to brother they make their way up to Austin, Max and me. I look up at Ghost with a humbled look. I was the one that brought Ghost in and was proud as hell when he was patched in less than a year later. I had found him at a bar, some college frat boy was drunk and wanting to pick a fight. Ghost is six four and three hundred pounds of muscle. Kid was out in less than a minute. Ghost has some demons, that much is evident when you see the names of the men he has killed with his bare hands tattooed on his back. "Shane?" Austin asks as I take in the two pictures.

He picked up the guitar and began to sing. "Lory, this is for you. Our last love song." (Dear Gangster Trilogy OST: Our Last Love song by HeavenKnowsFLO) Breath in, to wake up. You know that I am here. Breath in, to stand up. You know that I will walk with you. Breathing out so deeply The air that I need, the one who gives me hope. Three months and ninety days, I am still waiting for you. Waiting for the miracle that you will come back.

Leori called upon his courage, rallying his comrades to stand strong against the spectral onslaught. Swinging his sword with unwavering resolve, Leori cleaved through the ghostly apparitions. Robin's arrows whizzed through the air, finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Adonis and Ethan fought back-to-back, their martial prowess a dance of swift strikes and calculated defense. Erica, with her innate connection to the mystical, unleashed a wave of energy that banished the ghosts back into the depths from which they emerged. The air grew thick with tension as they continued their journey. Suddenly, the ground rumbled beneath their feet, and towering ogres emerged from the shadows. These hulk

"NEXT UP,THE NEWBIE GORGE AND THE FAMOUS ALYSS" My street fighter name are called using a speaker to the cage in the middle of the place.And two rings of bell that means it's my turn.They would give you a number 1 or 2 which means after the first ring of the bell the contestant that get number 1 have to get up there and the second ring is for the contestants that gets number 2.But i always gets the second ring if i ever get in fights her.They "reserved" the second ring for me everytime i fight. Dylan tap my shoulder and whisper me "Goodluck alice the wonderland".

His left one had a nasty scar running from just above his eyebrow all the way to his jaw, but that never once took away from how fucking god like he was. There had been sightings of rogues along the eastern border, it came over the pack-link when I was working. I was only two days out of the dungeon for my latest drunken escapade when I was on patrol ‘Rogue sighting on eastern border, at least four’ I had been patrolling in my fur and was about five minutes away. ‘Am on the way’ I shouted through the link before taking off in the direction of the sighting.

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”