Ghost Of Uchiha Novels & Stories

Studies and Sotus had drained him. Even today, he had just got free from a group activity after a stressful surprise lab test. He wanted to rest his body. But it seems like his heart had his own mind. Just when he thought he would relax for a while before heading to his dorm to freshen up, a certain pale skin person invaded his thoughts. It was like a call of hearts. It was exactly the moment when Benjamin had whispered his name with trembling lips. "Noah. Noah. Noahhhh". "The fuck Finn". Noah spat in anger when Finn shouted in his ear.

The man next to me says. I turn to him, smiling a bit. Of course it is. I taught her myself. "Yes. It is." He smiles and stretches out his hand, "Yuri Uzumaki." "Light." I reply, shaking him. "Doctor Light." Small recognition comes to his face as he takes his hand away, still looking at me, "Oh. You must be a rich one." Oh yes. You wouldn't believe how much rich people would pay to see that their six year old dog doesn't pass away too early, student or not.

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

43 - When Big Shots have Too Much Time to Spare "The first-ranked assassin Ghost Blade is here!" Hearing that news, Ye Mo did not feel as surprised as he thought he would be. The moment he accepted that Little Yin would be staying with his family, he had long expected something like this to happen.

She'd been right about Paoli. He was an honest-to-God blood sucking vampire. Not really alive, but not dead. He was undead. There was no telling how many innocent people he'd killed. Well, she wasn’t about to be added to his numbers. She jerked the gaudy silver cross from her pocket and shoved it against his forehead.

All eyes fell on Ombra who suddenly appeared in front of Johan. “Lord Ombra!” The startled Johan stepped back. “Don’t just appear out of nowhere! You almost scared me to death!” he complained. “Then you are weak.” Ombra glared at him. “W-who is that?” Xander asked wide-eyed, but none of his companions could give an answer. “He is Lord Ombra of the Shadow Dragons,” Dean Alcione told him. “Shadow Dragons? Is that a clan of some sort from some foreign land?”

This feels lighter, automatic—like stepping where the ground has already been mapped. They call me Ghost. It simplifies things. Ghosts don’t leave witnesses. Or questions. Or pieces of themselves behind. Conversation thins as I pass. People shift their feet. I registered the looks without meeting them. Curiosity from the younger ones. Calculation from the handlers. And something closer to superstition from everyone else. I am twenty-two years old. I’ve been killing since I was fourteen. The numbers don’t settle into pride or shame. They sit like inventory. A medic steps aside as I pass. His eyes drop to the insignia stitched inside my collar—black thread on gray. Ghost-class comes without ra

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"