Ghost Ocs Novels & Stories

She walked off, swaying her hips while she did. TAYLOR’S POV AN HOUR TO MIDNIGHT I hurried back to the small barn near the estate. Oscala was waiting for us there with the other two ghosts. I took another look behind me to see if I was followed I wasn’t . I quickly snuck right back into the barn. Everyone has their heads down when I walked in but once they saw me, they rose up immediately. Oscala eyes literally glowed like Christmas lights. It told me he was very worried.

Even Reaper and Sienna had relaxed, sitting on the edge of the holographic projector, watching the map. I looked at the global projection glowing in the center of the room. The massive, pulsing crimson dot over the Mariana Trench was entirely greyed out. Abyssal-One was offline. "You did good, Ghost," Dax said, walking up behind the couch. He handed me a canteen of actual, purified water a luxury we hadn't seen in months. He had showered and changed back into his signature heavy leather cut, his Phase-Knife strapped to his thigh.

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.

He typed back. [ Ghost ]: You nearly bankrupted my father. He is not happy. [ Oracle ]: Tell Jackson to relax. The money is safe. I just needed to get your attention without Them seeing. [ Ghost ]: Them? [ Oracle ]: The Circle. The new board of Genesis. They have me, Alex. They found me in Tokyo three years ago. [ Ghost ]: Where are you? [ Oracle ]: I can't say. They are watching my keystrokes. But I buried coordinates in the virus code. Find them.

He’d been obsessively checking it for hours, his thumb hovering over the interface as if waiting for a signal. "What is that?" Elias asked, wiping a smudge of grease from his cheek. "You’ve been staring at that ledger for three days. What does it actually say?" Roderick didn’t answer immediately. His brow furrowed as a series of alerts scrolled across the screen. "It’s not just a ledger, Elias. It’s a ghost tracker." Before Elias could press him further, a sharp, rhythmic ping echoed from the shadows of the alley. It wasn’t a gunshot; it was the distinct, synthetic chirp of a high-end mobile device.

“It’s a city.” Raven’s hands trembled as he scanned signals on his wristpad. “More than that. This is where Orion’s Ghost multiplies. The shards—they’re feeding out from here, into every ocean cable.”

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Ciara would be staying back. "Is he…dead?" The announcer asked in awe, just as Ghost got to the door. He turned, to get a good look. The Asian fighter was lying lifeless, foaming from his mouth. The place was in chaos. Ghost turned around and left the building. Just then, he got a message from Scar. He took out his phone and checked it out. *mission accomplished.*

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.