Ghost System Novels & Stories

“Always remember, Ghosts don’t exist.” “Ghosts don’t exist,” Syke repeated to himself over and over again. He didn’t mind saying it over and over until he believed it. Anything to make himself feel better about their mission in the middle of the night at St. Jacques. Chloe moved through a short expanse of land, taking time to scrape the mud off the tombstones and stare at the names on them. “Gary Endrick,” she murmured. “1975 to 2016. Died too young. All humans die young.”

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Also there are four kind of hunger ghost, ghost who killed people for wealth, ghost who used innocent people like trash for gaining wealth, ghost who used themselves for gaining wealth, ghost who lost his wealth because of people. Further all categories of ghost are separated by sub categories. Ghost who killed for wealth include venom breath ghost, piercing ghost and blood strive ghost. light eyes ghost. Ghost who used innocent people like trash are stinky body ghost, shedding skin ghost and spineless ghost, Humbart was possessed by spineless ghost, spineless ghost are one that usually who forces people to do all evil thing in return of food because of which their spine is broken and they

that pushed back the obsidian shadow of the monolith. "You call it data," Meilin hissed, her moon-colored eyes burning. "We call it life. You gave us the 'Symmetry' to see if we would break. We broke, but we kept the pieces. And those pieces don't belong to you." The Architects paused. Their liquid-light robes flickered to a dull grey. They hadn't expected the "Vance Variable" to achieve a digital apotheosis. "The Ghost is an anomaly," the second Architect noted, its voice cold and analytical. "She has merged with the Atmos-Core. To extract the data, we must delete the Interface."

“Wow, don't get me wrong but Quinn handled all her medical files.” “Quinn?* I raised a brow. “How are you so sure?” “The hacking signature. It belongs to Ghost . Quinn recruited he last year and the guy has literally vanished from the face of he Earth since then. Anything that ghost touches, is locked forever.” “Cazzo.” (Fuck) He smiled. I exasperated, leaning on the couch. I have only last option. “There a woman. Her name is Sofia, she…” I told him everything about about Sofia.

My eyes—twin discs of translucent quartz—stared unblinking at the heavy silver doors, capturing the reflection of a reality I could no longer touch, but could feel in every rhythmic thrum of the bedrock. I was the Dead Soul Anchor. I didn’t breathe, but I vibrated. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The sound wasn't in my neck anymore; it was the subsonic hum of the city’s power grid. My consciousness was no longer confined to flesh; it was a ghost-code woven into the very steel and stone of the fortress. Beside me, in the silent frequencies of the server farm, Kael moved like a digital shadow—the Ghost/Admin of a kingdom built on his own remains.

Spinning around, he whirled back to his friend with narrowed eyes. Desperately, he searched for the book of magic which his father told him about before he gave up the ghost, searching for signs of an imprinted past. "There, look in the shelf, you'll find it!" The ferminime figure whispered. Malison looked and found an empty book. No past, no imprinted memory. A flare of pain shot through his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut in a vain attempt to stop the tears. He should have remembered. The book of books held his answer, but his mind wouldn't let him accept it.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”