Ghost Wars Novel Novels & Stories

She felt calm and safe. Even at the sight of blood and ice, Chloe didn't feel afraid, not even when the shadows finally reached her and curled upwards to brush against her hand like the welcoming nuzzle from a dog. The feeling of thick fur brushed momentarily against Chloe's fingertips before she felt like she was being shepherded forward, further into the winter wasteland. It felt like she had been alone forever. Well, not *alone* because the shadows kept her company as they followed her, dancing around her bare feet as she walked through the snow. Chloe didn't know where she was going exactly but she felt like she was going in the right direction. Something was urging her to keep moving as

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Emily was still tied up, however she had already woken up. "Well at least am here." The ghost said as he handed the book. Kazu smiled knowing the contents of the book, at least now they could finally make their trip. Melanie, Autumn, Emily who was tied up, Adam, Jay, Daniel, and Henry who could hardly stand. They all were dressed in a swimsuit, not just them, but everyone who were present. He walked up to Kazu who was also dressed like them. Kazu smiled and turned to Aidan, "bring the coffin and make sure no one disturbs us, it'll take us a hour or more to activate the gateway, once everything is completely, burn the body. If the body isn't burn on time then am afraid they'll be stuck in aby

He walked up to the door that led out to the view of the coast, and opened it, his heart froze beneath his chest, and he let out a gasp. Anna also stared in awe as she approached the door. Before her was a coast ridden with bodies, and the edge of the sea was red with blood. Knowing the story of the five whispers, Anna had nothing else to say, except, "They are back. They are back."

"And he knew that yours was the only one he couldn't pay." The 300,000 words of our story were no longer about the city. They were about the "Quiet." And as the first howl of a wolf—or perhaps a Sokolov drone—echoed through the North Woods, I realized that I wasn't just the "Ghost" in the machine. I was the ghost in the woods. And the woods were hungry.

"I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration in his eyes. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his gaze. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun. Author: Gideon Fiadzomor Copyright protected

He covered her body with his own and no matter his pain, he whispered soothing words as she screamed and bucked against him. "No, you must leave us Tahr," he said with a strangled whisper. I couldn't leave them and I had no idea what to do. Then the humans who served us began screaming. Their anguished cries echoed off the walls for hours. When my parents were nothing but a whimpering bloody mess, I wrapped bedding around them to try to stop the flow of blood. Finally, everything went silent and that was almost worse. My parents died with their faces twisted in unbelievable pain and their bodies torn apart. This was the first time I breathed fire. I walked to the edge of the tower and scream

He leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees, his gaze locked on the fire across the room. “I know that stare,” Ghost said finally. “The kind where your body’s here, but your mind’s trapped somewhere else. Vietnam did that to me. The jungle. The screams. The helplessness. You carry it back with you, and it never lets go. You learn to live with it, or it eats you alive.” His pale eyes shifted to Rhett, sharp. “That girl’s carrying the same thing. Not from war. From someone who made her life into one.”

The waft of his musky cologne hits me when we enter, and I lose it all over again. “He’s alive. Ghost took him, though I don’t know where. I haven’t felt his connection sever though I feel his pain. I think Ghost is one of the best people to help him, he was a medic in the human army when he was young,” she says, patting the bed for me to sit. “I didn’t know that,” I say, as I wrap my arms around her.

Delilah thought she’d found a way out and rushed straight in. I raised my hand and slammed the emergency close button beside the door. The heavy alloy door began to shut, slowly sealing her screams and curses inside the subzero cold. I leaned against the freezing metal surface, listening to Rhys’s anxious voice crackling through the radio. I pressed the button. "I’m alive. Just took out the trash." The first month after the final battle, Rhys and I became the only two living ghosts in the entire logistics park.