Ghost Fighter Ost Novels & Stories

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

There were wild screams from the viewers. He got back to his feet, a weird smile cut across his lips as he stared infuriated at the bully. His nose still trickling blood, he took out his handkerchief, wiped his nose and suddenly threw it at the face of the big man, distracting him. He charged into the bully, ramming his skull into his unprotected belly. The big man screamed and staggered as the viewers cheered.

, Alex spoke quickly as he punched the keyboard. "What about the Guardians?", Alfred asked with an expression on his face that read; we need them. Alex turned to face him sharply, "How could I have forgotten", Alex smashed his forehead with his palm and dipped his right hand into the pocket of his lab coat. "Take this, I could really use your help right now", He stretched out his security card to Alfred. "Release each of them and let them head to the lawn, I can see people coming out from the spaceship. Tell them to get ready for combat", Alex said as he looked through the window. As Alfred was about to exit the lab, Alex called out.

The sun beat down on the training field, but it wasn’t nearly as hot as the determination radiating off the Guardians. Dust kicked up beneath their boots as they sparred, shifting between forms and strikes, sweat clinging to skin and scales alike. No rest for the weary. Not even for legends. Cheyenne ducked under a high punch from Tora and flipped her onto the mat with a grin. “Nice try, Flame Breath,” she teased, panting. Tora groaned and muttered something draconic under her breath as she rolled onto her back.

"See you in hell, tough guy." Bastian stared at the iron bar without blinking. He clenched his jaw, ready to take the final blow. Kyle and Peter screamed his name from the ground. Suddenly— ROOOAAARRR! The roar of an old engine ripped through the fight. "What the hell is that?! Look out!" one of the thugs shouted. The van never touched the brakes. It barreled straight into the row of off-road vehicles, sending them flying. The driver yanked the wheel hard to the right and charged directly into the men surrounding Bastian.

“If another man is on the offense, they already have the advantage. You’re small and you’re weak. Look for their weak spots.” “Like what?” “Groin. Kick with your shin. Better chance of hitting something.” I don’t realise my hands have dropped until he’s slapped me again. This time, harder. I think I’m starting to feel a bit aroused. “Hands up, Sasha.” I put them up. I don’t think I’m going to be any good with all this. I ought to just buy a gun. “Try it, I won’t let you hit anything important.” Not that I’d want to. I don’t want him out of action any time soon. Although, it would stop him sleeping with Chloe. I have to crouch a little to reach. But I kick a shin out. Aim between his legs. Hi

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that