Ghost X Roach Novels & Stories

My instincts screamed at me that something was off. As she descended the stairs, her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of alarm. Her makeup was different, darker and more dramatic, not at all like her usual style. But it was her aura that truly caught my attention - a dark, powerful energy pulsed around her, radiating from her small frame in waves. My heart sank as I realized the truth: Roxy was dead, and she had been Risen.

Rick's grin froze on his face, and his eyes went wide like he'd seen a ghost. A second later, the vase floated back up and settled neatly in its original spot on the table without a single scratch. A dead silence fell over the room. The color drained from Rick's face, and he looked awful. He pointed at the vase with a shaking finger. "It… It…" That was all he managed for a good while. He couldn't even finish his sentence. Then, he let out a short, strangled yelp. He spun around and bolted. He practically crawled out, not even daring to look back.

Roxy says while going inside the room and I follow suit. "When were you planning on telling us?" I ask and Maeve purses her lips. "Sorry guys, I was planning to but since both of you caught me..." "Luckily we didn't get you pants down. Things were about to turn into a rodeo ride in here. Something like the famous Fifty Shades of Grey," Roxy says and I chuckle. "Come on, Roxy. It wasn't like that," she tries to explain herself. "The guy was all over you like a zombie eating your freaking brains out. Better yet, like Dracula, sucking blood from your neck. Blah! Blah! Blah! I need blood," Roxy teases.

ZO’s POV The service tunnels of the Hollows were never meant for people. They were the city’s intestinal tract—narrow, damp, and smelling of iron, stagnant water, and the sharp, acidic smell of rat urine. “If I contract a prehistoric plague down here, Zo, I am officially haunting you,” Sasha hissed, her voice echoing off the curved, slime-coated walls. She was holding a high-powered medical penlight in one hand and a scalpel in the other, moving with the twitchy, caffeinated grace of a woman who had forgotten what sleep felt like. “My ghost will be very annoying. I’ll knock over your coffee every single morning. I’ll misplace your favorite bra. I’ll be a menace.”

She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits. I stood my ground. "He's not coming back," I said softly. "You can be at peace now." The ghost froze. Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a faint whimper, as if a great weight had been lifted. The black mist around her dissipated. Her form turned faint, then transparent, until she dissolved into a wisp of light that drifted toward the rose bushes. Lorenzo's eyes lit up. "Damn, where'd you learn that trick?"

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

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.

Pure shook her head: “I still don’t know the meaning of that weird dream, but I know the baby is crossbred of the phoenix and the unicorn.” “ Crossbreed?”- Lowen muttered: “This is so weird… I mean this can’t happen, I think they will never let a crossbred baby be born.” Rojana agreed, he analyzed seriously: “Unicorn and Phoenix are neither friends nor enemies, so this can’t happen.” “I know that can’t happen, but let’s see, Pure is never wrong, or maybe she is getting weaker..”- Erono said. “You mean I am weaker?” “No no!” said Erono. But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others.

Blake whispered. "You are so cheesy. You know that, right?" I chuckled with my eyes still closed. I was just about to open them again when I spotted the familiar figure in the corner of the darkness. He didn't move or even speak but I knew that he was there and I knew that it was Kyros.

A cold dread, sharper than the chill in the air, shot up from the soles of my feet. The patch of shadow in the corner began to writhe unnaturally, coalescing into a denser form. A human silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly detached itself from the wall. It was tall and gaunt, its entire form wreathed in an impenetrable, smoky blackness. The air grew still and heavy, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Then, a voice, cold and utterly devoid of emotion, sounded not in my ears, but directly in my mind.