Ghost Of The Future Novels & Stories

I heard Anthony's voice, low and strained, followed by the rustling of fabric. I pretended not to hear anything, staring blankly ahead with a stiff smile. Indya grew bolder, pressing her lips to Anthony’s. "Don’t be scared—she’s blind. She can’t see a thing." They whispered and tangled in front of me. Finally, Indya adjusted her dress, and Anthony helped her out of the ward. I groped around for my phone and asked the voice assistant to call my best friend. "Rio, help me get in touch with a hospital overseas. My corneas were taken and donated."

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.

The air around the machine warped, the metal frame groaning under a localized gravity well. ​"Nora," a voice echoed, not from the sky, but from the very center of my mind. It was my voice, but stripped of all emotion, polished into a diamond-hard edge. "You are fighting a version of yourself that has already won. I am the culmination of the 0-1 sequence. I am the end of your struggle." ​"You're a ghost of a future that hasn't happened yet!" I shouted at the sky, my hands glowing with a desperate, golden heat.

“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.

"I am bypassing the physical cooling and moving the data to the cloud of the Guest. I am turning the ghosts into memories instead of blueprints!" ​The black sludge at the base of the pillar began to glow with a soft, amber light. The Guest was helping me, accepting the burden of the unlived lives and folding them into its own massive consciousness. The pressure in the room began to equalize, the mechanical thumping slowing into a steady, rhythmic heartbeat that matched my own.

Is the server bugging? [User_V0id]:FoxDragon? The Ghost of the 2019 blackout? You’ve been dead for seven years.* I stared at the screen, my breath hitching. I was a legend here. During the year I couldn't remember, I hadn't been a nursing student or a "stray." I had been a top-tier phantom, a digital architect of chaos. Then, a private window snapped open, covering the main chat. The text was gold. [7th_Perfection]:*You’re late.*

​"Where is he?" ​"He’s in the 'Ghost-Tower,'" the Glitcher said, pointing a trembling finger upward. "The one building in the city that doesn't exist on any map. It’s made of 'Phase-Matter.' If you don't have the right frequency, you’ll walk right through it and never see it." ​The Ghost-Tower ​Using the Glitcher’s stolen "Phase-Key," the triplets bypassed the city’s primary security layers and reached the center of the Chiyoda district. In the middle of a crowded plaza, surrounded by thousands of salarymen and drones, stood a void.

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 coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea