Romans & histoires Ghosts Ao3

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."

I'd hit triple digits. Proposal number one hundred. Same spot—County Clerk's Office, Borevia City. Same result—empty sidewalk, empty heart. Sonia Quindt? Off somewhere with Pierre Sanchez. Her boy toy. Could be a concert. Could be an amusement park. Didn't matter. She wasn't here. Once, they'd even rolled up to the Clerk's Office themselves—married on a dare, divorced by brunch. For fun. What I'd dreamed of, they'd trashed for kicks.

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

The feeling of warmth released me from my state of paralysis, and the shadow figure of evil vanished. “Baby, what's wrong?” “Liam...something strange just happened to me.” I began to tremble with violence. I didn't even believe what I saw, how could I possibly expect him to? “Tell me what happened, Xandra.” He searched my eyes intently, hoping to find the answer within them. His hands traveled up my arms to my cheeks. “I encountered a spirit of some kind. I know that sounds ridiculous, but you have to believe me, Liam,” I uttered, through the tremors invading my body. His look spoke for him; he thought I had lost my mind.

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.

Hael’s P.O.V. The entire ride back to the clinic, I could hear Arianna’s voice in my head. I met a ghost. A ghost. Ghost. I’d killed more people than I cared to remember. Some I had to search for, traveling across this wasteland of an earth, while others were brought to me. So many left this world at my hands, had their last breath in my vicinity, uttered their pathetic goodbyes for my ears alone, but I had only ever met one ghost.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.