Ghosts And Goblins Resurrection の小説・ストーリー

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

he said softly, careful not to disturb the maelstrom within me, "don't blame yourself. If it was hiding, anyone could have missed it." I shook my head, unwilling to accept that reasoning. Turning my gaze forward, I felt something ripple in the air. A moment later, the world in front of me began to shift. The scene unfolded like a hologram, the grotesque dance of last night's fight replaying before my eyes. I watched as my spectral self battled the last dark rogue. With horror, I saw it revive—a twisted resurrection that defied logic. "It wasn't missed," I murmured, the realization washing over me like ice water. "I killed it. It came back to life."

June 8, 2003 – 16:45 They chuckled as they got deeper into the forest. The scent trail led them to a clearing and a hunter’s cabin at the back of it. They saw eight goblins playing cards outside of the cabin. Coralis, Veronica and Eva stood behind the tree line and watched the goblins for a minute. “If the vampires involved don’t have a sunlight jewellery, they won’t stick their nose outside. We each kill two goblins, tie up the other two, and then we go into the cabin,” said Veronica.

For some time, there were screams and sounds of endless gunshots. Initially, they thought that these tomb robbers were of mediocre skill. However, when Grayson and the others fought with them, they were surprised to find that whether it was the opponents’ speed or their shooting accuracy, they were a level beyond their reach. Soon enough, all of the Ghost members were tranquilized to the ground. “Who on earth are these people?” Storm looked at the tomb robbers in disbelief. Levi grinned. “You guys are really over your head. They’re not people you can easily deal with unless you’re able to activate the supernatural power within.”

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Her strength was impossible—even for a turned Blackwell. "Five years in the dark," she whispered, leaning close. "Five years of *her* memories bleeding into mine." She glanced at me, our matching golden eyes locking. "Do you know what happens when you resurrect a ghost inside a living vessel?" Luna whimpered. The sound snapped something in me. I launched myself at my doppelgänger. Our collision shook the room. We rolled across the floor, claws raking, teeth bared. She smelled wrong—like antiseptic and stale air, with only a faint trace of Blackwell beneath.

​The platform dropped. ​As they descended into the Pacific, the water around the Shallows was no longer clear. It was thick with a violet bioluminescence that looked like oily smoke. The Sterling Exiles' needle-pods, once silent and dead, were beginning to vibrate in their undersea graves, their internal systems being jump-started by the Ouroboros signal. ​"They're waking up," Lyra whispered, her spatial awareness flaring. "The 'Exiles' in the pods... they're not coming back as people. The virus is using their neural interfaces to create a Ghost Army."

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.