Ghost From The Future Novels & Stories

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?

"Grace, look at the snow. They aren't throwing plumes. They aren't using tracks." The Ghosts on the Ridge” I leaned toward the glass, my breath fogging the pane. Through the swirling vortex of ice and wind, three massive shapes materialized out of the white. They weren't armored trucks, and they weren't Vesper exoframes. They were the First Drafts.

He was splayed half-naked on the table, his glasses blurred, his body bluish-pale, with the morgue tag swaying on his feet like a death stamp. Black fire brimmed in Ghost’s chest, the memories haunting like the grim reaper. This wasn’t part of the plan. Ghost shouldn’t be doing this, because he had a link to Black Day. But Ghost needed a bait, someone to fan the flames. And when the time comes, Ghost’d burn them all. “Core’s temperature stabilized at thirty-two point seven,” the lead physician murmured. “We’re good to start the reversal.” Ghost snatched the tag from his feet before ordering. “Start the awakening process.”

Before that, he had carried me on his back across two blocks and vowed to stay by my side as long as we lived. I'd once believed we would be together forever. But Gianna gradually stole his tenderness and ground away his patience toward me. In the end, the very man who once fought with everything he had to protect me forgot the one thing he should never have forgotten about me. I closed my eyes, and the desperate video call from the future came to my mind again. There I was in the basement, hollow-eyed and in despair, begging myself to run. I often found myself wondering what would've happened to me if I hadn't left back then and just kept walking the path I was on.

His voice dropped to a whisper, soft and dangerous. “I think... fate has plans for us.” And just like that, he was gone. One moment, he was there, watching me with those endless gray eyes. The next—only shadows and the cold ocean breeze remained. On the marble floor, where he had stood, lay the silver lighter. Clutched tightly in my small hand. I stared at it, heart pounding, breath shallow. Was it real? Or had I just met the ghost of the future? A chill ran down my spine as I looked out at the ocean—so vast, so endless, so merciless.

They have an immensely powerful memory and remember each and every detail of each and every day. Scientists are currently working on the time machine and the teleporting machine. The teleporting machine has made huge progress but it can cause DNA damage upon travel as it will use wormholes for transportation. It will not be available for commercial use but for scientists and astronauts in space research organizations. It will help them to reach much more farther away galaxies billions of light years away in an instant as till now the humanity can reach only nearby galaxies as it takes more a human's lifetime to reach some of those far away galaxies. It will be powered by an extremely costly

Victor suddenly whispered to me, before walking away, leaving me dead still in my spot. He saw. He saw me crying when no one else did. Victor will always, even in this timeline and the next, know everything that goes on in my head. What will he say, or think, if he were to find out who I trully am? That I;m actually thirteen years old now, and this is the future me, the future dead me, coming back in time to meet them. That my ghost loved him and he loved me back, and we spent countless nights in each others arms.

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re looking at her like that.” The air between them went razor-thin. For a heartbeat, Rhett thought Ghost might swing. Instead, the older man just shook his head. “You think I’ve got eyes on that girl?” Ghost’s voice was steady, low, but laced with something darker. “No, boy. What I see when I look at her is me. Forty years ago.” Rhett froze, breath caught in his chest. ________________ Ghost lowered himself into the chair Rhett had left empty, his movements deliberate. He leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees, his gaze locked on the fire across the room.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.