Ghost Of You My Chemical นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their calculated move ensured their protection from the chemical assault. Unbeknownst to Miranda, she became an unwitting victim as she made her way back to Blake's mansion. Unaware of the drone lurking above, ready to unleash its payload, she stepped out of her car. In an instant, the chemical began to manifest on her skin, evoking a blood-curdling scream from her lips. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and within seconds, she disintegrated into a cloud of dust, leaving only remnants of her existence behind.

I can feel the sensation of worms on my skin getting more intense, nothing I can't bear. "Soren, you finally decided to pay me a visit." Ishtar teased me. I gave a low chuckle and got serious. "Did Ghost really drain himself to create some neutral energy?" I asked the wizard. "Yes, I'm impressed with him. At no point did Ghost want to be anything other than helpful." Ishtar spoke and walked over to one of the shelves and picked up a crystal vial, inside which was a bluish liquid mixed with silver dots as if it were trapped in the moonlight.

"They're trying to d******d. The gas is a liquid-state hard drive, Audrey. It’s searching for a biological host to stabilize its sequence." The suspense of the "Ghost-Protocol" was a struggle for the city’s identity. Throughout the residential sectors, the bronze-wood walls began to pulse with a rhythm that wasn't Audrey’s. Strange, crystalline flowers began to bloom in the plumbing, and the air smelled of the ancient, forgotten ozone of a dead star-system.

】 【TIME REMAINING: 4 Days】 My phone vibrated. It was a message from Chloe. 【Chloe】: Ava, it's just the three of us now~ 【Chloe】: I think we should team up. 【Chloe】: After all, the ghosts out there are getting more and more dangerous. I raised an eyebrow. 【Ava】: How do we team up? 【Chloe】: I heard there's a secret room in the mansion's basement. 【Chloe】: It has the key item to clear the game.

“Then why does it feel like you’re chasing a ghost?” Her perfume filled the air, cloying, suffocating. I pulled my hand away, jaw tightening. “Because ghosts don’t get to rise from the grave and parade around as if they’re untouchable.” My voice sharpened, venom dripping with every word. “She should have stayed buried. But now…” I leaned forward, my reflection catching in the dark screen. My eyes were fever-bright, consumed. “Now, I’ll make sure she regrets ever stepping into the light.”

"I understand. Good luck, mysterious man." I pushed open the door and stepped out into the cool evening air. In the distance, a train whistle blew as it headed out into the vast, empty desert. My satellite phone rang. It was my handler. "Ghost, got a new job. Eastern Europe. An arms dealer. S-class difficulty." "The price?" "Twenty million. US." I started the engine, feeling the deep rumble. "I'll take it." I ended the call and hit the gas. The truck shot forward into the twilight like an arrow.

He wouldn't drop dead in minutes like a street-level dealer, but the clock was ticking loud. "What was that shit Lity sprayed on me?" Timothy stood, surprised his legs didn't buckle. The gadget inside him didn't shift; it stayed anchored, a constant, vibrating reminder of the kitchen. "The lab results say it’s a concentrated aerosol derivative of rose petals," Gam said, twisting his fingers together. Timothy’s eyebrows shot up. Rose petals—a specific, rare chemical trigger that could flat-line the cerebral cortex of a ghost like him. Only another ghost would have known that. Only someone from his own bloodline could have handed Samon Lity that weapon.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

She grabs the bottle and begins to refill our glass, "You are not ready. I can tell." With a sigh, I put the glass down and begin to eat my pizza. I'm just eating, not feeling the taste or anything, "Do you believe in ghosts?" I ask, biting on my tongue She zooms her eyes on me and puts the glass down on the table with a thud, "Are you seeing Louis's ghost?" Her eyes widened in dread. "No," She deflates against the chair, keeping her gaze on me in shock, "Then," She murmurs, munching on the pizza, her eyes big almost round.