Jagged Ghost Blade Novels & Stories

His face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror and regret. Without hesitation, he shoved Jennifer aside and bolted toward the door. Jennifer gasped, nearly losing her balance. She wanted to ask what was happening, but before she could, Patrick had already sprinted out of the dining hall. Confusion and unease swirled in her heart as she hurried after him— Only to be met with a scene that shook her to the core. Patrick’s steps were frantic and unsteady as he staggered toward his daughter. He ripped off his jacket and wrapped it tightly around her small, motionless body which lay in a pool of blood. His tears streamed down, falling onto his daughter’s bloodstained face.

Kaylus was nearly deflating. "Gather yourself Hanji, you can do this." Heaving a deep sigh, he focused and called upon his depleted force. Holding reign of his nearly asleep powers, he convoked his guarding spirit and called it's presence. A gust of wind started to form infront of him as his eyes fluttered open to see The Raven slowly materializing in the air. Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fingers in summoning his spirit guardian, but because of what happened, his energy levels are so low that it's almost a miracle to have him able to call The Raven.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

Kharvek seized the moment, lunging forward with a brutal overhead strike. Adrian twisted— Too late. The blade grazed his shoulder. Pain flashed through him as blood spread quickly across the fabric of his shirt. A growl rippled through the room. Vaelreth’s claws tightened against the armrest of his throne. The demon general laughed. “Bleeding already, human?” Adrian ignored him. Instead, he shifted his stance. Calmer now. Focused. Kharvek attacked again. But this time Adrian moved first. He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply—

The blade slashed on the giant ax, and numerous dazzling sparks flashed out instantly, which made Solana appear as if she was trapped in a giant fireball. Every afterimage that was slashed by the ax would be instantly annihilated and disappear. When those shadows disappeared, they would scream and wail like a ghost. Hence, Solana seemed as if she fell into a hell full of violent ghosts. More accurately, it was a purgatory burning in flames! The wind continued to howl nonstop. If an ordinary person were in that place, they would lose their will to live and enter into madness. "You're done!" Pablo mocked. His Seventh Brilliant Ghostly Chop was a high-rank Earth Grade martial skill, and it had

Due to that, Gerald was technically not fighting alone this time. Just as he was thinking about that, a spectral figure flew out of Gerald’s body! With a single swipe of his aurablade, Jade Infused Blade easily decapitated all of Henrick’s men before swiftly returning into Gerald’s body! Nobody else was even able to sense Jade Infused Blade’s presence!

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She staggered a few steps, her eyes closed, breath steaming from her nose in a single long stream. "Oh my God! Not now Jelnimia...!" Malison quickly halted his movement, holding her hand, as she fell to the ground, she was near unconscious and blood gushed out from her mouth. Hot light flared, a bolt of flame blasted towards them. Even with his shoulder he felt the vibrations in the ground beneath him and at the very last moment he felt a shock which almost knocked him off his feet. The blazed section of his lamptern went dim, and in a flash, a pillar of light appeared with a blinding shockwave, making Jelnimia scream out in anguish as it tore open, almost consuming them.

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.