Novel & Cerita Ghost Trapped In A Jar

"If we put the souls back the world will wake up!" June started to grab the jars fast as she could. She put them in her pockets. She held many as she could in her arms. Every time she touched a jar she felt a bit of heat. I am sorry she thought to every spark of light. I am coming to save you. As she reached the last shelf she saw a jar that was different. It was not glowing white. It was glowing a green color. It said SUBJECT 001. THE GENERAL. June froze. "Benson! The General is here! He is in a jar!"

"What？ I have warned you to stop hypnotizing people. Lisa is very special to me, what if she drowns？"The three-eyed monsters yelled. "Oh, I think someone is in love" I turned around when I felt a touch on my shoulder. I sighted a weird plant in a jar filled with water clapping its mouth on my shoulder. I flinched and pushed the plant which made the jar tumble and clatter on the floor. I peeped and sighted the three-eyed monster placing his hands on his lips as he walks in my direction.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

She hovered her left hand above them quickly to see if she could sense something coming from them and pulled it back to grab a black glove out of her jacket. “Were they by the graves that got raided? I will take these. We just started our investigation. It’s too soon to tell if they’re related to our case, but we will look into them. Thank you for bringing them to our attention.” Coralis knew exactly what these marbles were, but she couldn’t tell what they were to the caretaker. They were not marbles: they were spelled cages containing thick and highly concentrated smoke. If someone breaks any one of them, upon contact with the ambient air, its content will materialize into a ghoul.

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.

A moment later, a cold breezed embraced the whole place and then, in a blink of an eye, the dead body became alive. The couple discovered that the liquid from that Jar can bring immortality to those who can drink it and it can make a dead person became alive again. “I want to have that”, said the wife of Doctor Z. “are you crazy? We can’t go out alive here if we will intervene in their ecosystem.”, protested Dr. Z But his wife was so stubborn. They realized that they needed to go back because the hole was closing. As they were about to leave the place. Dr. Z’s wife did everything she could just to get the Alabaster Jar. As the creatures leaved the place the woman also came in to her cave to

I pushed him. "GO!" I said. He was smiling as he went away. Really? Is he here to tease me or what? MANY days have passed, two weeks to be exact, and Amaya is still out of her focus. She missed a lot of ghosts. They turned out to be the vengeance spirits that are much harder to catch than the former. The jar's volume of spirit is not getting any higher. It stayed lower and lower because of Amaya.

Instead, the box was filled with heavy rocks and a few pieces of scrap metal to give it weight, and tucked in the corner was a small glass jar that was glowing with a faint blue light. I picked up the jar and realized it was a glamour charm, which was the kind of magic that could mimic a scent or a feeling to trick people into thinking a body was actually there. "I knew it," I whispered to myself while I sat there in the dirt, feeling a mix of relief and pure terror because this meant Silas had staged the whole thing. Keira hadn't drowned in that river, she had been sent away or she had run, and someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make sure Theron never looked for her.

"She thought she was the queen, but she was just the gardener. She tended the soil so that the seeds—Nora, Silas, and the children—could bloom. And look how beautiful you’ve become." ​I stepped forward, shielding the children behind me. I could feel the brain in the jar. It wasn't just an organ; it was a psychic beacon. It felt like a mirror to my own mind, but filled with a century of cold, calculating malice. ​"Who does it belong to?" I asked, my voice echoing in the vast chamber.

Jax demanded, stepping over a pile of shattered glass. "The Hall of Trophies. But Jax, wait—the readings in that room are inverted," Zilo said, grabbing Jax’s arm. "It’s not a room anymore. It’s a throat. If she stays in there too long, she won't be able to tell which side of the glass she’s standing on." "Then we break the room," Jax said, his eyes hardening. "Tell the Covenant to bring the demolition charges. If we can't find the ghost, we’ll take away its house."