Novel & Cerita Hornet X Ghost

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

Hawk kicked him over, pressing a boot to his neck. Rhett stepped closer, his voice sharp. “Keep him breathing. He’s no use dead.” The Serpent wheezed a laugh, blood spilling from his lips. “You think Kane cares if you cut us down? He’s already inside your walls.” Rhett’s fist slammed into the man’s jaw before the words even settled. The crunch echoed sharp, the Serpent going limp under Hawk’s boot. “Careful,” Ghost said, his voice calm but edged with warning. “You don’t break a tool before you use it.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

"Fine. But we're going in hot. The Architect has security drones. Fast ones." "I have a hacker," Silas said, looking up at the sky. "Don't I?" As if on cue, a shadow swept over them. A heavy-lift cargo drone, massive and black, descended from the clouds. It hovered above the boat. "Hello, Silas," the Ghost’s voice boomed from a speaker on the drone. "I brought some toys. Look up." The drone lowered a cable. Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor.

“You will come with us.” Xander’s growl was a low, resonant rumble that shook the very foundation of the stone. “You’ll bleed first.” There was no warning, as the world broke. Guards surged forward - fifteen, maybe twenty - enough to take down a dozen of an elite Hydra Hunters, enough to choke a small army. They carried silver-woven nets, rune-stamped shock batons, and muzzle-binding chains engineered for supernatural restraint. Xander and his siblings met them like a storm made of bone and pure, tearing teeth.

“Vulture remnants. They’re regrouping outside the city, planning something.” My stomach dropped. I’d thought the Vultures were finished, scattered after Morrison’s arrest and conviction. But apparently some people didn’t know when to give up. “How many?” I asked, standing. Ghost looked surprised I’d spoken. “Maybe twenty. Not enough to take us on directly, but enough to cause problems.” “What kind of problems?” Jaxon asked. “Ambush on one of our shipments tomorrow night,” Ghost said. “We intercepted their communications.” Within minutes, we were in the war room—me, the three men, Ghost, Blade, Viper, and a few others. Ronan had a map spread out, marking the shipment route.

His fingers worked swiftly, and the fire of birth, a golden-blue energy, flowed down his fingers, enveloping the scythe and seeping into its metallic seams. The next moment, the scythe shattered into a flurry of flying parts. Clack, clack, clack... Never had Logo moved so swiftly. Under the threat of death, his adrenaline surged, and the fire of birth came alive. In just 0.6 seconds, the "Ghost Needle" was assembled. At this moment, Jesta's second attack came. The distance between them had shrunk to three or four meters, their gazes locking in the air, and they could clearly read each other's eyes and expressions.

That blade. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids reconstruct the memory. The dark titanium alloy. The distinct, weighted crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It wasn't a modern tactical design. It was old-world craftsmanship, built specifically for close-quarters executions where Kevlar couldn't protect the target. Years ago, before I consolidated the Thorne empire, the eastern syndicates used to whisper bedtime stories about an elite phantom assassin who worked exclusively for the highest bidders. An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost.

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

Consumed by rage and hatred, they were not merciful to their old colleagues. It was just that the other party had too many people on their side and they were well prepared. Not to mention, they were also equipped with the most advanced weapons and had many hidden weapons that Robbie and the others could not defend against. Very quickly, many of the Ghost members were injured. However, at this moment, another taxi drove over and Whitney was urging the driver inside the vehicle. “Can you please drive faster, Mister? I’m about to have an anxiety attack.”