Ghost Of You My Chemical นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

She prayed Mike wouldn't see the faint tremble in her hands or the fear lurking behind her eyes. "So...what questions do you want to ask me?" Mike's gaze lingered on her, his eyes searching for any hint of familiarity. The resemblance was uncanny, and he struggled to reconcile his emotions. His hands twitched with the urge to reach out and touch her, to hug her tightly and cry on her shoulder. The ache of missing his late girlfriend, May, felt like a fresh wound.

You could’ve powered the city with the drama pouring out of her. “OH MY GOD. YOU HAVE A MARK.” “It’s not a mark!” “It is! That’s a KISS MARK. A—oh my God—it’s a LIP-GHOST.” My eye twitched. “What the hell is a lip-ghost?!” “A ghost of a kiss! A spiritual smudge of sin!” “I will throw you out the window.” She collapsed onto her bed in manic laughter, legs flailing like a dying insect. “Alina. You’re so dead. You definitely weren’t with Nick. WHO WERE YOU WITH?!”

Grayson suggested and Zora smiled making it difficult for Elorm to object. "Demo, demo, demo," they all started chanting in unison. "Alright," Elorm said calming them down. Mark quickly grabbed his guitar and Fred got behind the keyboard, Grayson was ready to harmonise whatever song Elorm would sing. Elorm cleared his throat and began to sing with passion the song Amor de siempre by Coco. Zora didn't understand a word because he sang in Spanish but she enjoyed the song from beginning to end. His friend knew he was expressing his love to Zora, except Zora didn't understand.

"Cheating without missing a beat? Or sneaking off to hotels with that woman who drove a Porsche?" She suddenly grabbed Nellie's canvas bag and slammed it onto the floor. "Look at how pathetic you are now! He can't even afford to support you, and you still—" Before she could finish, a pile of medicine bottles spilled out across the floor, clattering loudly as they rolled in every direction. Those were the meds that had once been used to treat my illness. Now, Nellie was taking them instead. Helena froze when she saw the labels. Then, she let out a cold laugh.

A cold dread, sharper than the chill in the air, shot up from the soles of my feet. The patch of shadow in the corner began to writhe unnaturally, coalescing into a denser form. A human silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly detached itself from the wall. It was tall and gaunt, its entire form wreathed in an impenetrable, smoky blackness. The air grew still and heavy, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Then, a voice, cold and utterly devoid of emotion, sounded not in my ears, but directly in my mind.

The whole place suddenly darkens, and the atmosphere becomes thick and hazy, like there’s a cloud of smoke hanging over the lecture hall. Then comes the voice I’d been unknowingly dreading. “Soul 113. You have failed your test.”

CHAPTER 66 — Awakening of the Ghost The blue light erupted from the orb, filling the shattered church with a brilliance that burnt my retinas. Every shard of glass, every splinter of wood, trembled with energy. The air vibrated, thick with raw power, and the smell of ozone made my lungs scream. Luca… no, the vessel inside the orb—he screamed. Not a scream of fear, but of awakening. Every pulse of light was his heartbeat, every crackling surge a cry of freedom.

"He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?" "That's exactly how I feel. You didn't even bother updating us, and you were late to your own party! You're going to have to pay for that by doing shots." "You got that right! No one's leaving here sober tonight. Let's all have a blast!" Cecily had never met my childhood friends before. Worried that they might not like her, she felt rather nervous. Sensing her uneasiness, I quietly took her hand. Once our eyes met, she felt a lot more reassured.

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 ? .”