Ghost Trapped In A Jar Novels & Stories

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Dennis started to grab a jar. “No!” Luella and Fiona burst out, simultaneously. Stunned, Dennis stopped in mid-air, just before his hand touched the jar. “Ya aren’t magic,” Fiona explained, “Touching the jar could kill ya.” Dennis’s hands shot up over his head and he backed off. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as the realization of how close he’d just come to death set in. “What can I do?” Brandon asked. Fiona looked at Brandon long and hard.

As I cast my eyes along the rows, I noticed that they were all the same. The old man rapped against the glass with his knuckles. 'Hello?' he said. 'Hello? Anyone in there?' He chuckled, but it sounded hollow and cold, and I took a step backwards, a movement he noticed immediately, his head snapping up, eyes widening in alarm. 'Oh, no, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. Just my little joke.' He put the jar back into its place on the shelf, looking ashamed by his warped attempt at humour. 'Like I said, it's been a very long time since I had a guest to entertain.'

I let out a yawn and felt my eyes closing in exhaustion. I tried to ignore it for a few minutes as I worked on the jar. Once I put the last piece together, I felt myself dropping. Sleep crept in and stole me away. “Who told you to repair that?” The voice sliced straight through my dreams. I jolted awake, my whole body screaming as I scrambled upright. The jar rested on my chest, and I held it tightly, afraid it might break and my efforts would be in vain. Agora stood in the doorway.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

“This is not an ordinary jar. It can alert us to the most serious threat we had not considered.” Saying that, he grabbed the red cloth and uncovered the jar. It was nighttime, and the jar was near the window. The water in the jar sparkled in the moonlight. The teenagers peered at it from afar, afraid to approach it. They could only see water as ordinary witches and wizards. However, Qadir's view was completely different from theirs. Grasping the jar with his hands, he looked inside. As he concentrated on the shimmering water, her green eyes glowed.

A man transformed entirely by grief into a predator hunting another predator. One of Dante's teams found Ghost's hideout in Red Hook. The warehouse was empty by the time they arrived Ghost had moved, had sensed the closing net, had disappeared into the city's infrastructure like smoke. But what they found inside told a story. Photographs of Aria. Hundreds of them. From her time at the foundation. From her walks through the city. From her wedding day. Some with crosshairs drawn on them in red ink. Maps of the hospital. Detailed security layouts. Notations about shift changes and guard rotations.

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.

Ghost unscrewed a canister, putting it to my lips to drink. “Here, baby girl. Take small sips if you’ve been without. You can’t put too much in your system at once.” He also handed me a gel pack. “This will help with hydration and give you energy.” I sipped on the pack as Ghost wiped my tears with his thumb. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. His head rested on mine as he fought to shed his distress over my kidnapping. My poor mate had been frantic. “I love you, Ghost.”

“Are you sure it can’t escape from that jar? What if it can break the glass?” “I don’t think so,” Ren said. “How can you be so sure? You’re insane. Just put that jar on the floor. Let me burn it down,” Amelia said angrily. “This is not the whole wraith. It’s only a part of it.” “What the fuck do you mean by that?” I stared at him in disbelief. “He managed to trap the wraith using his tornado thingy. It happened so fast. The last thing I know, he got to contain it in the jar.” The way how Theia explained gave me some idea.