Ghost Of The Future Novels & Stories

And he wasn't just the forgotten twin. He was Ghost. And Ghost didn't feel pain. Ghost didn't want anything. Ghost didn't need a family. The road stretched endlessly ahead, the night swallowing him whole as he disappeared into the darkness. Tomorrow, I'd be back for the mission. But tonight? I needed to breathe. To escape. To forget.

But a heavy boot slammed down on the desk, inches from my hand. I looked up into the visor of the fourth soldier. Through the dark tint, I didn't see a man. I saw my own reflection, distorted and small. "The architecture has changed, Ivy," the soldier said, but the voice was a chilling composite—a thousand voices speaking through one throat. It was the Heir. "The Ghost units aren't men anymore. They are neurons. And you are a rogue thought that needs to be cauterized."

“Then… what is it?” Kade turned to the glowing console. Then he said something that made Ayesha’s blood run cold. “It’s a person.” The Ghost in the Machine Silence. Then Adrian scoffed. “That’s impossible.” Kade tapped the screen, bringing up a blurred digital profile. “It’s very possible.” He smirked. “Because Phantom? Is still alive.” Ayesha’s mind spun. Her father’s work. Revenant. The war they had fought to stop. It had all been a cover-up for something even bigger.

He didn't answer. A fleet of black helicopters appeared over the cliffs, but they weren't firing on the rover. They were dropping thousands of small, metallic spheres into the water. As the spheres hit the violet vortex, they began to expand, forming a bridge of solid, glowing platforms that stretched all the way to the spire. A voice boomed from the lead helicopter; the voice of Alistair Sterling, sounding more mechanical than human. "The experiment is entering its final phase, Maya! The Neutrality Pact is no longer neutral! We have sided with the future! Cross the bridge, or watch your mother become the first ghost in the new world!"

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

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Silas looked at the rift—the wound in reality that was still bleeding energy. "We jump," he said. "Again." "But this time," a new voice said, "you're going to have company." I turned around. Standing in the ruins was my father, Aris Vance. But he wasn't dust. He was a "Ghost-Code," a shimmering blue figure that looked like a hologram. He was holding a small, silver device—the same one he had used in the lab.

Whipped Ariel dropped her lover on the bed and he dozed off immediately. "You need to treat him" Angry Ariel advised. "I will" whipped Ariel retorted. "But I wanna know how it's possible that you resemble me so well. Like I don't understand. Who are you?" "You. I'm you from the future" main Ariel grimaced. "Me?" Whipped Ariel mumbled with a dropped jaw. "Yes, I came from the future. I'm on a mission but I just failed cause I used my power to tamper with what has already happened before."

Yeah, go ahead, let's open it! Ben leaned forward with a quick yell. Sam turned with a puzzled expression. Ben was about to open the container, but he wasn't sure why. After a couple of seconds, his eyes widened as he stared down at the crystal glass container. There was a single yellowish light inside of it. It was an almost steady orange glow. As Sam looked at the container more closely, he gasped, gazing at it. "Open it Cilia, get that glowball inside and wrap it tight with the cotton cloth in your hands! It'll take you to where I was killed, and how to make use of it. Hurry! Hurry, before they get here!"