Ghost On The Titanic Novels & Stories

Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly. How did he die? She wondered. She saw no injury to prove he was killed by a sharp object, broken bones to prove it was a fall or an accident, rotting flesh to prove it was by poisoning, bulging eyes and protruding tongue to prove it was by hanging -nothing. What then? This train of thought was stopped right in their tracks by the ghost's next words. "You're late," he said,"to our wedding."

Someone impossible. A ghost. Angelica.

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.

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Hearing my words, tony pulled out a book from back of his shirt; it was a Grimoire the same one which I kept yesterday in front of him before “Hmmm….. My wife, one who told you about this book” he replied and I took a glance at female karkinos ghost who was floating about him… “This book is my wife possession… no one know where it was except her… and if you found it means you had meet her….” Tony replied in stern voice, his deep eyes were bored on my face…. ‘So the female karkinos ghost who was floating above him was his WIFE’ I thought in my mind, I wasn’t sure of how to explain this person that his wife was dead and it wasn’t his wife but her spirit that told me where this book was…

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

It was a ghost ship of the modern age. A heavy metal door hissed open on the side of the hull, and a crane lowered a magnetic cradle. "Don't move," a voice boomed over a directed-audio speaker, silent to the surrounding sea but deafening to them. "Identify by the Secret of the Rose." Elara stood up, holding her flashlight. She blinked it in a specific, rhythmic sequence: Three short, one long, two short. The Scent of Memory. The cradle lowered, snapping onto the Ghost-Step with a violent jolt. As they were lifted into the belly of the massive ship, Elara felt a momentary surge of relief—until she saw who was waiting on the hangar deck.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

Ghost growls, his voice like gravel soaked in gasoline, “and I’ll make sure it’s the last fucking time you open your mouth in this club.” Titan doesn’t fight back, he just grins, stupid and smug, like he was waiting for this all along. “I was wondering when you’d show,” he says, voice light despite being pinned like a goddamn poster. “I was starting to think you’d left her hanging again.” Ghost slams him harder into the wall, and this time Titan lets out a grunt. “I don’t share,” Ghost spits. “Not her. Not a fucking inch of her.” “Yeah,” Titan coughs, chuckling as he tries to pry Ghost’s hand off his shirt. “That much is clear.”

"Silas is on that ship. And the Sovereign's Ghost is not a cruise liner. It is a completely weaponized stealth fortress." Zara reached into her crimson pantsuit and pulled out her encrypted, gold plated smartphone. She rapidly typed in an absolute, overriding analog sequence. "Darius used a federal ping to locate the ship's physical coordinates," Zara executed perfectly. "But he completely forgot that my mother designed the hull. I am initiating the Ghost Protocol." She tapped the screen.