Hornet X Ghost Novels & Stories

Faster than lightning, moving like a ghost, everywhere and nowhere at once. "We've only built eight Ghostler stealth aircraft. They are one of our clan's greatest technological achievements. But speed's just the start—Ghostlers are also armed to the teeth. "Aside from the Quark Warbot, just about every advanced weapon system we've got has been packed into this thing. "Gideon, I'm lending you this one. So, don't get reckless. If you break it, don't expect me to be nice about it." Gideon wasn't even listening. He was already climbing inside, way too excited to wait. He slipped into the pilot's seat in the control room.

I have never seen him throw a fit of rage like this before. “Draymond…” The words hooked in Jimin’s mouth. “Ghost! That is not Elder Xhang. It’s Ghost. He has been possessed. Ghost is working through him and is trying to cause confusion amongst all of us. Hold him down.” “What are you saying?” Elder Igor stared at Jimin as if he was mad. “You see Xhang in his wolf form and you say he is Ghost? Does that resemble a Lycan to you?” “You don’t understand,” Jimin cried. “He has been possessed by the spirit of Ghost. Ghost has help from Calisté and she must have given him a spell to possess Elder Xhang’s body.”

"One of them wielded an arcane ability similar to ours." "Elemental?" Keron asked. "No, spiritual." Gareon replied. "The projectile was a low-risk Ghost in the form of a spear...it was screaming as it neared Brother Hephaeron and the next thing we know, he was lying with his intestines spilled out." "Glad to see that he was holding up." Keron replied. "Barely," Hephaeron said as he let out a gurgling cough but continued healing himself. "So, what's the plan?" Aran asked.

Down here, the only sounds were the rhythmic drip of unseen condensation and the soft, deliberate scuff of his boots on slick, slime-coated concrete. Three nights. It had been three nights since the "Blood Bounty" had lit up the dark web, painting a bullseye on his back visible from every shadow-corner of the globe. The first serious contenders had arrived, and they were everything the intel had promised: silent, professional, and lethally equipped. They called themselves the Ghost Divers, a name whispered with a mix of fear and reverence in the wetwork world. They were Tier-1 operators armed to the teeth with a bleeding-edge "Mimic" active camouflage system, a technological marvel that bent

Blood spilled from her lips as she swayed. Pain ripped through my unhealed bones as I lunged toward her. “ZXLORTHON!” My scream transitioned into a howl as I shifted into Pheles, mid-run. The ground collapsed into a crater beneath me as Zxlorthon materialized and darted toward the sky. Pheles leapt from the crater, catching Xanthea on his back, securing her with his tails. Zxlorthon roared. A torrent of green lightning burst out of his mouth, ripping through shadow Icifer, forcing its massive jaws apart as darkness screeched.

“We fight.” Kelvin stared at me, shocked. My eyes were glowing silver. “We can’t outrun this forever,” I said. “If I’m the Ghost Wolf, then let me be one.” We stepped into the tunnel as the ground began to shake. Shadows poured in from both sides—cloaked figures, each holding long silver daggers glowing with cursed energy. Flame Hunters. One of them raised a horn to his lips and blew. The sound wasn’t loud, but it cracked the air like lightning.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”