Ghost Swords Novels & Stories

I reply, turning to face the spirit. The spirit is wearing a half black mask, but I swear I know this spirit. The spirit chuckles as if my words are funny. I don’t have time for games. I want to end this as quickly as possible because whoever lives here might be back any second now, and I don’t want to be caught here. I raise my war scythe and bring it to full size as I strike the spirit in the chest, but to my dismay and surprise, I can’t reap the spirit's soul. What the hell!

It was strange because the ghosts were said to have no bodies. I guess these are different ones. Doesn't matter as long as they erase my sword's bloodthirst.

Sick Ghost was extremely frightened now. "You’ve talked too much," Chu Xun said lightly. Then he lifted up his palm and gently shot at Sick Ghost. "Go to hell!" Sick Ghost cried out in horror and launched his palms. "Boom... crack..." Chu Xun withstood Sick Ghost’s two palms with one hand. At the moment of contact, the sleeve of Sick Ghost was broken into pieces, followed by the piercing sound of bone cracking. His two arms were as twisted as Chinese doughnut. "Go to hell to repent of your crimes."

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

My cock dragged against his prostate with thrust. “My father…” The words tore out of me between strokes, raw and broken. “He caught me with a boy when I was sixteen. Locked me in a cold room for weeks. Beat the ‘weakness’ out of me. Told me loving a man would destroy everything I touched. That’s why I became the Ghost. I only did one night. No attachments. No repetition of cocks, until you came along.” Scott’s eyes softened even as I railed him mercilessly. “You don’t have to carry that pent up anger alone anymore.”

"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.

There was a faint green spiritual light in their eyes, like the green liquid in their bodies had spilled in the darkness. The fractured swords and sabers in their hands were similarly mottled and unreal. They seemed too insubstantial to be able to wound anyone. "What are these?" Ding Hao was shocked. Ghosts? "Are there really ghosts in this world?" The strange sounds were shrill whistles and a weird slicing noise made by their fractured weapons as they slashed. Before the next flame started flickering, the four green ghosts had pounced on Ding Hao again, giving him no time to think.

Leori called upon his courage, rallying his comrades to stand strong against the spectral onslaught. Swinging his sword with unwavering resolve, Leori cleaved through the ghostly apparitions. Robin's arrows whizzed through the air, finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Adonis and Ethan fought back-to-back, their martial prowess a dance of swift strikes and calculated defense. Erica, with her innate connection to the mystical, unleashed a wave of energy that banished the ghosts back into the depths from which they emerged. The air grew thick with tension as they continued their journey. Suddenly, the ground rumbled beneath their feet, and towering ogres emerged from the shadows. These hulk

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.

He rapidly teleported to the commander's back the one he suspected that he shouldn't be one of the demons and at least only him must be a human being among all of them. So the red corps was still blasting at him when he quickly teleported to their commanders back and grab him on his cloth and teleported with him also, and they appears in another moving spaceship. And just immediately they appears in that spaceship the other spaceship was seen to be shattered by the psyraid dagger. So he quickly grabbed the red corps army commander on his throat. And just as he was grabbing that red corps guy on his throat the other red corps armies on this spaceship has already aimed their gun at him while t