Novel & Cerita Ghost Ocs

The wolf people clan didn't want to anger their goddess of the night, their precious Luna whom I am named after. The fog appears thicker and brighter this time. The officer shakes in the air and twitches like a victim being tortured within. His eyes turn yellow, and his veins bulge. As he floats in the air, his skin becomes pale green. The water drips slowly down his shoulders and onto the floor. The Ghost is out for revenge on this officer. His name says Officer Wilds.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Always with my bad luck. I turned to look to the right and realized that I was being studied by a group of young people who, were across the road. I tried to ignore them, but it wasn't easy, I hated being the subject of study of that kind of group. I turned to look to my left and took the scare of my life when I saw Ezra standing next to me. Was he a ghost? "Hello Kim, is something wrong?" He asked worried about my expression. When I heard him speak I knew he was not a ghost. Try to regain composure.

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.

OSCAR I leaned forward, elbows heavy on the desk, nodding once toward Ghaza. “Answer it.” He hesitated, eyes narrowed as he glanced at the caller ID. “It’s Orion,” he mouthed again. That name alone soured the air around me. My jaw tightened, hands folding slowly. Last time, Orion had strung us along with false hope, only to ask for a ridiculous sum of money in exchange for fabricated information. I hadn’t forgotten the arrogance in his voice or the smug silence that followed when we found out it was all a sham.

Elena curls herself on the desk, scurrying away from Ghost’s sniffing, her face drained of blood. “You didn’t tell me you have an overgrown cat in your house!” “Don’t run,” I advise, “It’ll only make him curious.” “You should have left me at the auction. It’s better to bed a fat guy rather than end up in a tiger’s stomach for dinner.” She moves around the desk, dropping things on it. My OCD kicks in, seeing the mess. Troublesome woman. Ghost jumps and puts his paws on the desk, just inches from her, his nose twitching as he sniffs her. Then, without warning, he nudges her ankle with his massive head.

“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