Ghost Swords Novels & Stories

The chamber erupted into movement. The hooded figures lunged forward, their robes billowing as unnatural shadows twisted around them. Cassian was the first to engage, his sword flashing as he met one of the attackers head-on. The clang of steel rang through the temple, but something was wrong—the moment Cassian’s blade struck, the figure dissolved into mist, reforming just inches away. “They’re not real!” he growled, pivoting to block another strike. Dorian muttered a curse. “Fantastic. We’re fighting ghosts now.”

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

In a heartbeat, Ghost swung his arm towards Sergio and pressed the trigger. Sergio didn’t have time to react, his face was frozen in shock as the bullet sliced through the air and into his forehead. Before his men could react, Ghost pulled out another gun from inside his shirt and fired at them.

Thousands of skeletons, whose bodies still carried the armor of wars from a hundred years ago, rose one by one from deep under the ground. There were no pupils in the sockets of their eyes, but a strange blue light was coming out from there. In their hands were rusty swords and shields, but at Sophia’s command they now became shiny like diamonds. My uncle Rohing Singh and little Sophia were watching this scene in astonishment. Uncle whispered, “Sophia, I knew the spirits of this royal lineage were waiting for your command, but I never imagined they would respond like this.” The battle began below. When my father’s soldiers saw the dead skeletons rushing toward them, panic spread among them.

I was fingerbanging myself in the van while Gideon issued orders and Ghost was in here alone with a guy known for killing people like him. “You underestimate me. I work best when I have an after-orgasm glow.” I laugh; opening my hand, and let my gun fall. Ghost’s eyes go wide and Judge pushes him forward just a little. It allows Ghost to shuffle to the side at the same time I grab the gun with my other hand and start firing. Judge lets out a loud roar when two of my five shots hit their mark. Ghost hits the floor and suddenly I’m faced with two pissed-off shifters.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

He then heard the voice of his men yelling for help and quickly ran to help, kicking the ghoul by the head. “These things, what are they?!” Yelled his men. Starvos shook his head. He doesn’t know either this was his first time ever seeing creatures like these ghouls. When his sword try to cut the being into halves, nothing had happened as if their body had turned into gas and causing for him to hit nothing but the air. But the ghouls could attack them when they wanted and there would only brief time for Starvos to kill them when their body became tangible.

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

‘Six ghost generals! “Kill them!” The ghost generals opened their mouths, letting out a roar before charging at the group with supernatural blades in their hands. Susan Hunter and the rest were all stunned. She could feel a twitching sensation in her lower-body sphincter. The ghost generals’ imposing manner immediately sent chills down everyone’s spines. Some of them couldn’t help but fart in fear. “Die!” Alex took the lead. He, too let out a loud cry. Activating the Force in his body, lightning-attribute spiritual power filled his hands. He directly reached out and grabbed two lightning whips.

she added. Karisa narrowed her eyes as Samantha eyed the guys who were moving the lumbers. She noticed that Arthur was instructing the warriors to go around the carpentry business before he followed them. Usually, when the members of the Shadow Pack picked the lumber in the woods, they would carry one lumber per person. However, to distract the humans from looking too closely, it took more than two people to carry the lumbers. Not everyone can do such a feat. Only some—perhaps those of Special Greeks—were the exception to the legend.