Ghost Swords Novels & Stories

It took a moment to process the scene in front of her before shock hit like a bucket of ice cold water and the blonde practically threw herself back to escape the grotesque scene. The two men who had attacked her now lay prone on the ground, eyes staring up at the soft grey sky, but they were empty, lifeless. That was because one head was no longer attached to the body and the other male was ripped open like he had been savaged by some wild beast. The coppery scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of urine and shit while steam rose from the opened torsos and fingers and limbs twitched. Before falling still.

“I am sorry Angela, your plan didn’t work, he came with a friend and they forced themselves on me, I was assaulted by them both. They were drunk, they broke my virginity. He was hostile, his friend tried to make him stop but he refused, they took turns on me. My dreams have been shattered. I’m sorry I slept with your man.” Maria spoke in pain. Ooh, now we know why there is so much resentment towards Owino.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

he said defiantly, trying to get up. He lunged at me. I dove out of his way and drew my shard down in his back with everything I had, praying I hit his spine. We both fell on the floor with a thud, only a few feet apart. I could see his eyes. “That’s for Noora, you motherfucker, she knew what you were,” I whispered as he stopped moving and drew his last breath. The door burst open, shaking the floor beneath me, just as I blacked out.

If her uncle trusted the human enough to legally take under his wing then she trusted him enough to not question his judgement. Auxilia wasn’t just a guest house, it was Neutral Ground, meaning that all ghouls who wanted to pass on and eat dead human flesh only when necessary, come here for their stock ups, some come here for shelter, others rented and lived here. The point was, the whole place was a ghoul sanctuary. That was why it was called Auxilia Guesthouse and café; Auxilia was greek for ‘help’ or ‘safety granted’.

I walked past a gauntlet that crackled with electricity. Then, I stopped. In the back of the room, almost hidden behind a display of ceremonial daggers, was a simple, vertical case. Inside was a sword. It wasn't gold. It wasn't diamond. It was made of a pale, translucent metal that looked like frozen smoke. The hilt was wrapped in gray leather, worn smooth by use. It didn't hum. It didn't glow. It just sat there, looking dangerously quiet. "Ah," Kaelen said, coming up beside me. "The Ghostblade. Or, as the Old Poets called it, Silentium."

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Silas said rubbing the back of his neck. “And your father is right.” A deep voice spoke. “Whoa!” Silas and Marco said leaning their heads back to look up at the 7 foot 4, 400 lb. wall of muscle smirking down at them. “I’m Royal Delta General Shadow Collins; this is my mate Royal Delta General Jennifer Collins.” He introduced himself and his mate. “Hi, I’m Royal Beta Jyden Hunt.” He greeted them. “Those two over there are the Shadow Twins, Spyder and Spencer Collins, Delta Warriors, and part of the Queens Royal Guards.”

"For the sake of a female disciple, they took on several tribulations, they didn't die, who died!" "Hahahaha...pfft!" That person spurted out a mouthful of black blood! I was a body with two souls. Now the Ghost Cry is open, and he is the most affected! "Help, help me..." The sword in his hand dropped to the side, his chest heaving, two faces more like fighting, trying to break free from this body that was being consumed. Everyone was fleeing on the battlefield. Who is now the target of spiritual attacks by ghosts. On the other side, Cesar had gone crazy, he was dancing, doing the victory dance from when Mexico won.