Ghost Fighter Ost Novels & Stories

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

“Bloody CEO, wittering about golf, yachts you can’t just hang up on him.” I smiled and kindly reassured him, “don’t worry about it, I ended up taking a quick call myself. Oh look our oysters are here,” and with that I carried on. As he shuffled into his chair and topped up my glass. A little twinge of guilt stung me but deep down all I wanted to do was ring Troy and tell him about the filthiest experience of my life.

Liam's face was a mask of cold fury as he yanked Grayson along, ignoring the latter's protests. "You've lost it. I'm not going!" Grayson suddenly resisted, panic flashing in his eyes. "What's the matter? Afraid? If you're so convinced she's alive, then go look for yourself. You coward. You damned beast," Liam spat, his grip unrelenting. Despite his struggles and his reluctance, Liam dragged Grayson, kicking and protesting, all the way to the mortuary. With a final shove, he slammed Grayson against the cold metal of the morgue drawer.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

I sobbed as the guard worked with quick hands. In no time, he was done. Karla joined Faye as they stood watching me in opposite directions. "You're not going to die stop being dramatic!" Karla giggled, "We only want to see what truly happens if a wolf is trapped in the Eclisir energy." "If indeed the old tales are true." "We gotta go, Luna!" The security guard urged. I could recognize the voice as Faye's main guard in Hornsgate. I stood shackled to a tree alone in the forest watching them turn back moving hastily down the path. Karla laughed hysterically at what Faye was saying.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

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.

It was as if he didn’t know they were there, or didn’t care. When they reached the hitching post in front of the mess house, Roy hopped off his horse with his hand extended. “It’s good you’re back,” Adam said as he shook Roy’s hand. Roy gave Jackson a curious look. “Ya seem a little green. Are ya feelin’ okay?” Mike took the reins of Roy’s horse. “He’s just realized that this place is haunted.” Roy raised a brow as he looked from one person to the next. “Good thing I brought the medicine man with me.”

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

My heart beats in my throat when the referee finally announces Luciano's fight. “Next up, The Iron Bear and Il Fantasma— The Ghost.” “The Ghost? I thought it is supposed to be the Enforcer’s fight next?” I ask Samuele in a whisper. Samuele nods. “Il Fantasma is Luciano. He is the Ghost.” I'm still pondering on how to accept that when smoke fills the cage, especially the entrance from where the fighters come in. The music changes, the lights dim, and a mountain of a man emerges from the smoky entrance. He beats his bare chest with a roar that makes the crowd erupt in cheers.