Ghost Of Uchiha Novels & Stories

The doctor of Hati is going to have his head for this. Tohya took one look at him. “You don’t look alright.” He pointed out, and Ren grunted. Yuri had not taken her eyes off of Yuuki once ever since she had arrived with Tohya to Ren’s aid. Her uncle has trained her to be an assassin, and she knew the rules and the ethics of a Phantom like the back of her hand. No matter what the situation is, a Phantom mustn’t let their emotions rule their head. That was just one of the things that her uncle had drilled into her head.

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.

Oh yeah, this is gonna be a breeze. I gulp and settle down against the tree, jerking against the chain to make sure it’s in place. Gray crouches down beside me and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You are a wolf. That’s what you are. And whatever you do tonight is just your animal instincts taking over for a moment,” he whispers sternly, with a nod. “Aye?” I nod. He’s wrong though.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

The man turned into a cloud of smoke and advanced towards her paying no attention to her threats. Taken by surprise, Geneva lost her footing and fell over. He immediately grabbed her hand, turning back to his human form. "Don't you dare, don't you dare let go of me," the tears that fell from her eyes were filled with bitter regrets. My mum, my dad, my friends, my life! At this point where her life was about to flash before her eyes, many thoughts were already flashing through. I haven't even tasted the best snacks that Canada can afford and this? Stupid ghost, I haven't even re-watched 'Merlin' to my heart's content. And, and *gasp*...

"I'm so sorry, Victoria. They didn't make it. Shortly after you left a Soul Eater broken in and attacked them all. It was like a shark feeding frenzy. They didn't stand a chance." My heart shattered and I breathlessly pleaded with her to tell me she was joking. That this was some sick, sick joke she was playing. But the sorrow in her eyes told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor as the faces of every person in the building flashed through my head.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Curt elbowed him, hard. Gretorian ignored them. His gaze pinned me again. “Very well. A deal is a deal. You want to know who hides behind the killings. Who wants your Honshu.” “Yes,” I said. He stepped closer. Too close. His hand lifted again, this time tracing lightly along my jaw. I held still, refusing to flinch. “It isn’t a man,” he said. “It isn’t a beast. It is a shadow. A fallen god. You carry his consort’s soul, Honshu. That black wolf of yours, Sheetal—she once belonged to him.”

she whispered. Those were the last words she ever spoke to him. Through the cracks in the wood, Adrian had watched the shadows move. He had heard the screaming. His father shouting. The sound of claws against bone. He remembered biting his own arm just to stop himself from crying out. By the time the fire died and the footsteps faded… The village was gone. Everyone was gone. Everyone except him. ⸻ They found him three days later. Not soldiers. Not priests. Hunters.