Romans & histoires Ikora Ghost

I hit the double doors of the gym and shoved them open so hard they bounced off the rubber stoppers with a loud crash. The cold air on campus hit me like a surprise punch to the stomach. It was a shock to the system, the kind that usually cleared my head, but today it just felt like it was freezing the obsession into my bones. I started walking. I didn't have a destination, but my feet knew where they were going. I wasn't looking for the library. I wasn't looking for the cafeteria. I was looking for a ghost. I spent the next two hours stalking the gothic hallways of the Arts and Sciences building. I checked the basement. I checked the service closets.

"Even if I can't forget him, it's only because I can't forget how he abandoned me when I was at my lowest, most desperate point. If I don't make him pay with my own hands, I'll never have peace. "I brought you here because I thought he might be hiding out. I need to find him so he can do your surgery." Once Nicky was sure there was no love left in her heart for me, he relaxed. He pulled her into a tender embrace. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood." They left that dusty, forgotten place—but not before smashing our wedding photo to pieces and burning it. The flames consumed the picture, and it felt like they were consuming my soul along with it. Days passed. Adeline still hadn't heard from me.

"Ren, listen to me. The ghost cannot get to you. You're in a protected area at the moment." "I-- yeah, it can't get to me..." Irene mumbles, repeating what Kai said. "But... but it'll go away, right?" Kai hesitates before answering, his eyebrows scrunching nervously. "Well, he won't. Not unless I either seal it away or deal with the root of the problem. The ghost himself is called a pocong and he's relatively harmless considering the colour of his shroud." "Is it... it is too much for me to ask you to seal it away...?" Irene asks, though her eyes continue to be locked onto the pocong.

I was so scared to look at the creature as it intimidated me with its size. “Very good. Now, you can move on to the next skeleton.” She instructed, with an inky voice. I moved over to the next skeleton. I was sweating as I was hoping it won't be a hard task. Then she peered into my eyes and smiled. “All I need now is an iced cream from your world. I want it from those who sell on the roadside or streets. They have an iced cream stand. So, whichever one you want to get it from, you will see a customer ordering two, but another one would appear which only you can see, and it will be shuffled so fast. You have only one chance to pick the iced cream for ghosts. If you pick the wrong one, you'll

Kyra could see that it was determined to kill her. Kyra felt her back hit the floor of the swimming pool. As the ghost sits on top of her. 'I'm going to kill you because you're interfering!' Kyra heard what it said but couldn't speak because she was running out of air. She found it even harder because it strangled her. Kyra's two hands were holding the ghost's hand, choking her neck. She pressed her bracelet, and her dagger came out of there, but it did not react to the spirit; instead, his dagger just penetrated its body.

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

The face was that of Igor, but everything else was unrecognizable, the blue twig-like lips and the dark circles on the mottled, ashen skin as he stretched out a diseased-looking hand to touch me. “Look what you did to me,” The thing that looked like Igor drawled in a distorted voice, rolling toward me at breakneck speed so that I sprang back, ignoring the sharp pain that pulled at my belly and gaping in horror, scarcely able to breathe. What the fuck?! “No! Get away from me!” I shrieked, throwing a small vase at the ghoul and watching the smoky form of its body hiss as the blue vase went through it to break against the rear wall.

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.

the brunette Moroi challenged her friend. "I'm not checking out shit because there's nothing to check out! You guys are just trying to scare me." "I swear, Lana. I really heard it this time," Iris said as she took a step back. "Heard what," I repeated more loudly, not bothering to hide my irritation this time. "The ghost of Sadira Ivashkov," Gwyneth morbidly replied. "A ghost," I asked dryly. Two of them nodded their heads while Lana just looked at them uneasily. "You seriously expect me to believe that? How dense do you think I am?"