Ghost Swords Novels & Stories

“She’s going to help me destroy you.” “With whose army?” Whitfield sneers, and as the figures start to step into the room through the walls, I start laughing again. I’m still laughing as I call to Frost. With his strength rising to add to mine, I stand, snap the chain that’s fastened to us, and behead the guard on my right with the sword that comes to my hand. Nobody else is laughing. The guards don’t even have time to scream as the ghostly warriors hack them down. I know those ancient fighters, I recognise them from the tomb at Blackmarsh, and I nod to them with respect and thanks, but I can’t spare more time for them than that.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Hearing Finnegan’s command, Ghose instantly drew his katana before growling, “I’ll show you the true power of the Goldenslinger if it’s the last thing I do!” A gleam almost seemed to run down the sharpened blade as Ghose prepared his attack… It was an attack so powerful that it was the best the Goldenslinger could offer… And it was called the Thirteen Stances of Waterflow! A slash could split water, and two could slice through a soul. No soul could survive the third slash, and Ghose knew that for a fact since he had already mastered the three blades realm! Once the gleam pierced through Gerald’s soul, Ghose was more than certain that the arrogant youth’s soul would be no more!

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

TAYLOR’S POV I noticed where he was hitting them. He was aiming at their joint and limbs. He was breaking they wouldn’t fight anymore and he wouldn’t have to kill them. I rushed a stick and joined him to. The ghosts noticed what we were doing and sheathed their swords. They used their sheathed swords as weapons, swinging it at soldiers and beating them senseless.

Gideon stayed calm, swung the broken blade, and a white arc of energy shot upward. The black and white blades clashed and shattered on impact. Tristan's next move followed immediately. "The eighth style of the 13 Ghost Blades! Nether's Pass!" The strike carried a chilling gale. The sound of wailing ghosts and howling spirits echoed. As it neared, Gideon noticed countless skulls swirling in the wind. They were only shadows, but enough to make one's scalp crawl. They were clawing and snarling, like demons escaping from hell. "Those are party tricks. The heavenly flames will burn through all that flashy nonsense."

“We fight.” Kelvin stared at me, shocked. My eyes were glowing silver. “We can’t outrun this forever,” I said. “If I’m the Ghost Wolf, then let me be one.” We stepped into the tunnel as the ground began to shake. Shadows poured in from both sides—cloaked figures, each holding long silver daggers glowing with cursed energy. Flame Hunters. One of them raised a horn to his lips and blew. The sound wasn’t loud, but it cracked the air like lightning.

“Swore in blood. That oath did not burn with the fire.” The men lowered their heads. One cut his palm and let the blood drip onto the floor. The others followed, crimson staining the dirt. Matthias dragged the blade across his own ruined skin, letting the blood fall. The pain anchored him. “We are ghosts,” he whispered. “Invisible. Unstoppable. The world thinks us gone—so let us move in silence until the world bends again to our shadow.” Their eyes shone with fanatic light. His empire was reborn, not in splendor, but in ash and blood. Stronger. Meaner. Hidden.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

Without the maintenance of the original Shadow Pack Elite Warriors, the defense of the Cursed Sanctuary would be partially weakened. Each ray of light suddenly sparkled, from within the Cursed Sanctuary, an alien religion entered the True Ghost and fled directly into the distance. Full of blood, it flew straight out, biting into one True Ghost's body, so that the other True Ghost's body was a bit stiff. A starry war spear flew out from the void, and a little pierced the body of the three-armed True Ghost. An ice-and-snow glass shines on the body of the three-armed True Ghost, freezing him directly.