Novel & Cerita Ghost Swords

“I wanted to understand what was going on here. - And what? What result? the girl snorted. - None. As usual. Magic creeps in from Tinasa, picking up corpses. This we already knew. It is only strange that some turn out to be endowed with almost reason ... The girl shrugged her shoulders and stretched, a second appeared next to her - golden-haired, with predatory green eyes. - We are going? she asked petulantly. "Of course," Vic smiled and looked back at the floundering corpse. The sword was sheathed - silver really isn't medicine, it doesn't even kill. The ghostly light of the twilight stirred almost imperceptibly as the spikes of the sarsh pierced the dead man's spine with an inhumanly quick

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

The shaman could feel them, the ghost of times long passed. The ghost attacked with lighting speed, the shaman easily avoided the attack. With movement, that was too fast for the human eye, he cast a spell. Sparks flow everywhere... the spirit hesitated for a moment, even for a ghost, the magical sparks could still do damage. He lunged forward; the shaman took a stone from his left pouch.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back. William swallowed against a lump in his throat and closed his eyes, unwilling to face the reality of what was to come. Sekhmet uncuffed his hands and allowed the silver to drop to the floor with a clang. He pulled the robe from William's shoulders, leaving his torso bare. William began to calculate the odds he could kill the six guards with him and get out of the castle with Paoli and Emily in tow. He was unarmed, but his wolf was vicious. He could be in wolf form far quicker than any of the others.

Liam's face was a mask of cold fury as he yanked Grayson along, ignoring the latter's protests. "You've lost it. I'm not going!" Grayson suddenly resisted, panic flashing in his eyes. "What's the matter? Afraid? If you're so convinced she's alive, then go look for yourself. You coward. You damned beast," Liam spat, his grip unrelenting. Despite his struggles and his reluctance, Liam dragged Grayson, kicking and protesting, all the way to the mortuary. With a final shove, he slammed Grayson against the cold metal of the morgue drawer.

I was beyond furious that he had kept this from us all this time because I knew now that the faceless men in my dreams were Royal Guards. “They’ll kill you! You’ll never get close enough to kill him,” Ryder said in a low tone. “You don’t know half of what I can do.” I hadn’t earned the name Ghost because I was a good hunter. I earned it because I was the best. I could move so quietly that even Milo didn’t hear me and his hearing was better than mine. I didn’t feel pain and I healed faster than any species in existence. Ghost wasn’t just a myth, it was who I became.

Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window. Prince Stormie and his teammates were still on their toes, trying to hunt and capture the vampires as well Meanwhile, the struggles for wealth continue as well between the five guards who disobeyed the orders of the prince and decided to go on their way looking for what is not even looking for them. Don't allow me to hear that nonse three of you just uttered, hope is clear. I am a ghost, and I know the reasons why I was given this name by my friends as well. I'm very fast in terms of fights and also the type of skills I display as well when fighting in the war field.

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.