Novel & Cerita Ghostwalker Series

And then, a final image — the Grayson Veronin symbol painted across the wall in blood-red pixels. The same mark that had burned itself into the warehouse hours ago. The Ghost hadn’t just resurrected my father’s systems. He’d resurrected his enemies. For a moment, none of us spoke. The air inside the vault felt heavier than oxygen, like the walls themselves were breathing with us. Roman D’Angelo.

Row after row of sleek, white cryogenic suspension pods stretched across the massive hospital ward. Inside the pods lay the physical bodies of the Ghost Army. Ren Walker walked down the pristine aisle, the heavy tread of his combat boots the only sound in the ward. He had traded his blood-stained trench coat for a clean, matte-black tactical jacket, but the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle remained slung across his back—a permanent fixture of the man he had become.

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.

Everything kept leading back to Draven. The tracker I’d hired had done exactly what I’d paid him to do. Ghost’s signal had led straight to Draven’s penthouse before disappearing completely. That alone had been enough to raise questions. Now I finally had a face. I leaned back in my chair, studying the picture again. “Something’s bothering you.” I looked toward Barney. “What?” “You’ve been staring at that picture for five minutes.” He waived his hand towards my screen. I turned the monitor slightly in his direction. “Tell me what you see.”

Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf. It was the early 1700s when a witch, my mother, and a werewolf, my father, fell in love with each other. It was beautiful, and the perfect love - one that is one with nature and a beast that resides and takes care of nature and the other animals living in it. They were living peacefully with mortals and the children they were to bear. But at that time, a virus broke among mortals. Nurses and doctors reported that dead bodies in the morgue went missing. Nikleux, my mom and the most powerful witch ever, casted a conosc

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

Together, they launched a counterattack, their combined forces driving back the Wolfsbane and Silverbacks. Amidst the raging battle between the Silverbacks and Wolfsbane clans against the formidable Gaia clan, a group of stealthy observers watched from the shadows. These were members of the Crescent Claws, a werewolf clan known for their cunning and mastery of shapeshifting. As the battle intensified, a surge of immense power erupted from the depths of the forest, signaling the emergence of Kai, a half-powered werewolf wielding an aura of unparalleled strength.

All it did was push us further and further away from being normal. I heard the beeps of a code being punched in from the other side of the door and jumped to my feet, bracing myself. I knew it was stupid, I had no weapons and little strength, but old habits die hard. Grey walked in, shoulders slumped, but otherwise alert as he scanned the room for me. "Here," he said, throwing four bulging bags onto the couch.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

Even though it’s not real, at least I saw that again. A long silence prevails when we can catch our breaths until my eyes dart at my parents who are now starting to fade. The place became black even if I try to roam my eyes, hoping to find a light, but it was no use. “I finally found you,” a man said which make my eyes narrow. He slowly walk closer to me until I finally saw his face. The place became a castle and he’s now wearing white long sleeves that have different gold linings at the wrist and collar and are paired with black slacks. He’s also wearing different jewelry or accessories that make his attire luxury. His long black coat with a touch of gold colors was visible too. He’s also w