Ghost On The Titanic Novels & Stories

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

The ghost kept floating taking them to the deepest part of the woods, they got to a place which was very dark, the temperature around it was cold, really cold. Catrina got down from Terrick's back when the alpha stopped walking. It front of them stood a huge black door with red knob. The ghost girl when through the door with no need for it to open, Terrick shift to his human form, his hand stretch to touch the knob but it burned him. "Looks like the rumors are true, a living person can't open the gate of Hades." He step back for Catrina to move forward, the human stretch her hand to the doorknob taking a deep breath she twist and the door open.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her research data but couldn't locate where the error was. I'd gone to the research lab to pick up some things when I stumbled across the red-eyed Cecily. I asked if she needed help, so she explained the issue. After combing through every step of her research, I finally pointed out the problem. Over the course of five years, much had changed with the young woman who had been crying her eyes out over an issue with her research. I couldn't recognize her right away. Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Ask her if she's okay at least. Just as the thought ran through her mind, she caught a glimpse of the black mole at the corner of his eye. “ What's your name?” Tamara asked, finally breaking the eerie silence, “ Ghost,” he replied, cold and sharp, “ Eh? Ghost? Like a ghost that's supposed to be an invisible spirit?” She asked with a chuckle but he didn't even crack. His expression remained the same, still and cold, and it made Tamara feel uneasy. ‘ No way, he can't possibly be a ghost, right? I mean do ghost drive cars?’ She eyed him as she subconsciously curled into herself, away from him, but what happened next surprised her.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

he pointed to Isis. Isis didn't meet any of our gazes, and she didn't ask the ghost not one question, but I could see the pain in her eyes. She missed her mother, and I don't blame her. It was times like these I missed mine too. The ghost gestured for us to follow it upstairs. "My name is or was Carson." The ghost chuckled and Gidian growled in my head. I swallowed hard. Everyone else made an audible gasp. I hope I don't regret this.