Ju On Black Ghost Novels & Stories

“Because she is insane right? We just saw her beating on that human again in the gym’s training center. If not for—” Dante voice trail off as a ferocious growl rips through me as my mind snap from what he just said. My body bows against the chains as Ghost surges forward, trying to tear his way out. “Kael—” Jaxon starts, but it’s too late. Ghost pushed against the chains, ignoring the burning of his fur. “Release me!” Ghost's voice ripped through me. He owns me now.

Ghost to her? “Do not cry anymore. I will go find Ms. Ghost for you, all right? My good little girl, be good and stop crying. It hurts me too much to see you like this… But why still can I not see your face? No. Do not go!” “Do not go!” Adrian shouted and jolted upright. Sweat poured down his forehead as he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably. It took a long while before his breathing finally steadied.

His scaled arm wrapped around Carly’s torso, dragging her off me with enough force to break bone, but her body only twisted unnaturally, absorbing impact like something built from rubber and stone instead of flesh. She screeched and clawed at the air as Theo pinned her to the wall, his wings scraping the ceiling, his jaws bared inches from her face. “Do not make me kill her,” he growled, voice vibrating the room. Carly only laughed. It was Jon’s laugh. Cold. Amused. Clinical. “She is not the last,” the voice said. “She is a demonstration. A preview. Very soon, Blackwater will be filled with new forms. Stronger than wolves. Loyal to one purpose.”

He could see a silhouette of a young man, walking towards him. Amari has rested assuredly. They had won the second stage. The guy with raven black hair, dirtied face, and black blood covered in his clothes and face. He wiped it off and put back his sword from his waist. "Amari, I'm sorry." He said worriedly and offered his hand to his comrade. Amari almost cried in relief accepting, his hand. "We did it." Amari looked at the Whole Arena. The dead SCHIZOPHREN was laying in the ground with its tentacles splatted all over the place. Alkhun has defeated the monster. They started to see the people outside. Looking at them in awe.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

The bandages on his side shifted as he tried to move. My chest was still tight from swallowing the note, narrowed my eyes. “Good. I’m tired of watching you drool in your sleep.” He growled. Don’t test me, ragazza, You’re still mine.” “I’d rather belong to the plague.” “Too late.” The door burst open. Two guards rushed in. Ghost entered, gun visible under his coat. “Unhook me,” He ordered. “Boss” “Now.” Ghost moved quickly, eyes locked on me like I was the problem.

The line between nightmare and waking life had blurred into oblivion. Even in daylight, their voices echoed in my head. I was unraveling. Sleep abandoned me, and I wore the weight of every death like a second skin. I looked like a ghost of myself. The only time the shadows eased was when I was with Zevarion. But even he could see the storm brewing behind my eyes. “What is happening to you?” he asked one evening, his voice gentle, but laced with concern. I couldn’t keep the truth from him anymore. I hesitated, trying to piece together the chaos into words, but once I began, it all came spilling out. The full moon with Rhydan. The relentless invasions. The Heartstones torn from dying packs.

I am tired and any time asleep is better than awake dealing with these pricks. “Two black coffees, and a…” Jagger says looking at Ghost who offers him a smile, Ghost shows him the phone and Jagger rolls his eyes, “Caramel macchiato, please,” Jagger says and I open my eyes smiling when I realize he is ordering coffee for us. “What the fuck is that?” I ask, and Ghost looks at me through the mirror, shrugging his shoulders. “The Mrs. said it was nice,” he tells me and I can’t help but laugh in the back seat while my brother joins me. I would never imagine a guy like Ghost drinking such pussy coffee.

~It is difficult for me to express my feelings.~ Upon reaching home, Angela and Mr. Black became so concerned on seeing her pale face. She looked very sick suddenly. "What happened to her?" Angela and Mr. Black were more than shocked. They left her perfectly fine and instantly their eyes moved towards Zion. Zion felt their death glares, at first he could not understand the meaning behind their eyes but when he did he could not believe that these two people are his parents, "Don't tell me you are thinking what I am thinking?"

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.