Ghost From Star Wars Rebels Novels & Stories

“She’s not the girl you dragged in here anymore. You see it, don’t you?” Rhett met his stare, his voice low, certain. “I see it. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to snuff it out.” Ghost’s mouth twitched — not quite a smile, but close — before he pushed off the frame and disappeared down the hall. ________________ Rhett swung his legs out of bed, grimacing at the pull in his stitches. He dressed slow, pulling on his jeans and boots, slinging his cut over his shoulder. The leather felt heavier than usual, like it carried more than just his patch now.

They were just the first ones to Win. The Assassination Attempt: The Ghost-Code As Elara walked toward the Central Chamber to present their Sovereign Credentials, the air around her began to De-rez. "Elara, move!" Rhys screamed. A Ghost-Code Assassin—a mercenary program that could manifest a physical blade in the real world—stepped out of the shadows of the station’s sub-routine. It was sent by the Junior Architects, the radical faction of the Father’s company that refused to accept the Council’s verdict.

Alpha Cyras stood with two others—Maeron of Ridgefall and a third figure cloaked in white. They surrounded a capsule, glass-reinforced and humming with suppressed energy. Inside floated a woman—barefoot, hair drifting like ink in water, lips stained red, her body wrapped in silver mesh that pulsed with runes. Cyras crossed his arms. “Are you sure she’ll obey?” The cloaked figure laughed. “Obey? She’s not a dog, Cyras. She’s a ghost. A weapon. A widow of the old war. You don’t command her. You unleash her.”

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.

That blade. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids reconstruct the memory. The dark titanium alloy. The distinct, weighted crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It wasn't a modern tactical design. It was old-world craftsmanship, built specifically for close-quarters executions where Kevlar couldn't protect the target. Years ago, before I consolidated the Thorne empire, the eastern syndicates used to whisper bedtime stories about an elite phantom assassin who worked exclusively for the highest bidders. An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost.

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.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.