Ikora Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

"I found out that sometimes there are cases that only can be solved with the help of the victim from the other world. Don't you think so? You've a case like that right? When a spirit got inside you and blurted out about how she died?" "Ah, right... I once experienced something like that," When Alka stepped on the third floor, he suddenly stopped talking. His eyes caught something terrible not far from him. It's outside the circle that Iko made, while Iko sat in the center with a candle in front of him. Little did he know that he was being watched by a large man with black wings and red eyes. His head reached the ceiling, he has big and muscular body. Mostly he looked like human, but the wing

Icedale's football team the Icecrushers were here, and their captain's voice was the loudest of them all. They all heard the bell as when the door open but none paid attention, till one of his buddies Clint saw me and he immediately nudged Lannard on his arm to look. "What is it?! Stop acting like a needy bitch already!" Lannard snapped at him. Clint pointed a shaky finger at me, his face pale. "G-Ghost! There's a ghost!" "Huh?" Lannard turned around to look and then froze when he saw me. "The hell? What are you doing here?! How are you—"

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

Alpha Cyras stood with two others—Maeron of Ridgefall and a third figure cloaked in white. They surrounded a capsule, glass-reinforced and humming with suppressed energy. Inside floated a woman—barefoot, hair drifting like ink in water, lips stained red, her body wrapped in silver mesh that pulsed with runes. Cyras crossed his arms. “Are you sure she’ll obey?” The cloaked figure laughed. “Obey? She’s not a dog, Cyras. She’s a ghost. A weapon. A widow of the old war. You don’t command her. You unleash her.”

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

A cold dread, sharper than the chill in the air, shot up from the soles of my feet. The patch of shadow in the corner began to writhe unnaturally, coalescing into a denser form. A human silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly detached itself from the wall. It was tall and gaunt, its entire form wreathed in an impenetrable, smoky blackness. The air grew still and heavy, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Then, a voice, cold and utterly devoid of emotion, sounded not in my ears, but directly in my mind.

"What is it?" "A kill-switch for the wolf." She looked at the vial. "It’ll shut down the brain in ten seconds. No pain. No thoughts. Just... nothing." "Keep it." Victor pushed her hand away. "We're not taking the easy way out." A shriek erupted from the bottom of the stairwell. A dozen charred ghosts were climbing the rails. Their eyes were glowing red. They weren't drifting anymore. They were running. "They found us!" Malakai shouted from the floor below.

He showed me a photo on his screen. Someone had carved words into the wood of the pier: The Ghost belongs to us. Norah looked at the screen. Her face went white. "They're coming for me," she said. "They're going to try," I said. I turned to her. "But you're going to give them what they want." "What?" "You're going back in," I said. "Julian thinks you're scared. We'll use that." I took a small silver jammer out of a locker and gave it to Elias.