Ghost Of The Future Novels & Stories

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

"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.

His mood changes where the gloom of his future rings and He, declares with the words. “Now, now, now. Look carefully and be attentive enough, I want you to see the future of the puppet that will draw that supposed to be a none existing soul in the future to betray the ‘Maiden’, and be the key of the gate of Pride.” Laying the words and the fraction of the future and what it holds. His cunning smile draws in that void of time and space as He snaps His finger opening the mirror of the far future, with the pentagram to see and where he needed to remember.

That would never happen to someone as ordinary as him. Laura was still snoozing and showed no indications of waking up anytime soon so Tynan had plenty of time to collect his thoughts. The e-ghost was able to move things around with the power granted by a mysterious system. In truth, that freaked Tynan out a little whenever it happened and he tried to discreetly test how the powers worked whenever Laura was cleaning. He would try to interfere with it using radio frequencies, magnets and other weird objects just to confirm that there were no secret wires attached. It was genuine ghost powers granted by the system that made the dishrags and mops move in his house. In fact, Laura could activate

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

That past, those stories came like thorns that hurt everything in their path. “Sweetheart, I beg you so much to pull yourself together. You’re a grown woman, strong and fearless. Lift your head up and let’s focus on the important things and our future. The past is theirs, but the future is ours and we have to live it the way we want to,” Mike told me with determination. “Their past is like a dark shadow for us, meant to destroy our wonderful future that you dream of. Kevin hates us and won’t rest until he destroys us,” I said through sobs.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

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.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

That night, Mrs. Gibson asked me to drop off some medicine at the villa on the outskirts. When I got there, Nico, Arlo, and Rhett were all inside. We figured it out pretty fast—our parents had set us up. The car was gone too. No way back to the city that late. Clara called and said she hoped we could spend some time in this place we'd grown up in, find our way back to each other. Rhett snorted. "What a waste of time. Hope Daisy's okay alone."