Ju On Black Ghost Novels & Stories

He kept his voice quiet—just for her. “He’s cracking,” Ghost said. Leah nodded. Her voice was small. “I feel it. But it’s not enough.” Ghost’s hand found hers and squeezed. He didn’t look at her. He wanted Jason to see. “Then we make it enough,” he said. Jason’s eyes cut to them. “What are you doing?” he asked, rough and dangerous. Ghost turned slowly. Blood spotted his lips, but he smiled like he had a plan. “Showing you what you threw away,” he said. He pulled Leah close, his arm firm around her waist.

"Like this morning, when I was about to eat a large chicken sandwich for breakfast, she told me to save it for lunch that what the hell did she buy cereal for." Kaitlyn slapped her forehead. "I think that could've be your mother or something Brandon." Grey roared out a laugh. "Jocks are so goddamned dimwitted and stupid." "You're the devil." Jojo's eyes laid still on the goth girl's who gave her the same penetrative eyes. A scream tore through Arc's eardrums. Everything else happened so fast. A yelp extricated from Grey as Jojo was on him, her hands wrapped tightly around his neck. Strangling him!

"Step away from him." The prince smoothly stepped in front of me, placing himself like a shield between the monster and me. He raised his hand, blue-tinted magic dancing across his fingertips like crackling lightning. "She doesn't belong to you, brother," the prince mocked, his voice dripping with cool arrogance. "She never did. You bought a ghost at an auction, thinking you could trap her and rewrite history. But some bloodlines refuse to burn." "I will tear you apart piece by piece," the alpha roared, lunging forward with terrifying speed, his massive claws extended to strike.

Blood filled his clothes like he was being drenched in a pool of blood. “I know you can hear me dad, please don’t do this to me, am here dad please wake up!!” she cried out as she choked in her sobs.. “Get her out of there man, we got other bodies to pull out!” the chief in command stated and immediately, she was pulled out of her dad’s body. She had refused to let go but then her aunt held her tightly as she wailed. Crystal had ran over to her aunt’s place to go get her so they could go check the train station which her aunt accepted.

Horror. "And if that's not enough," Ghost continued, "maybe this will help." The image dissolved into a video; grainy, but unmistakably real. El Cajon. Kneeling, bleeding and clutching his stomach in apparent pain. And Dante… my Dante… raised a gun. "No…" I whispered. One shot. Then another. The audio was raw and jarring, but clear enough for us to hear El Cajon’s final gasp. "El Cajon tried to stop him."

Angeline sighed with sorrow, saying, “If only it’s possible, I’d want us to be his backbones forever. Then there won’t be a need for him to live so exhaustingly.” Jenson walked along the fiery red carpet. His resolute footsteps were headed toward the clubhouse. Surrounding him were the new generation of Ghost members led by Finn. They were filled with vigor, still youthful and lively, yet steadily cold for the occasion. The eight Ghost members were divided into two lines as they mightily protected Jenson while he made his way over. Baby Robbie and Sis Andy looked at each other while they followed along, joining the Ghost members. All the 12 siblings set off together.

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.

“You’re late.” My head popped up as I recognized the gravelly voice. Ghost was leaning against the side of the building, looking like a badass GQ model. He wore slim black cotton pants and a greyish-brown button-down shirt that looked tailored and expensive. The shirt was untucked underneath his motorcycle jacket in an attempt to look casual. Most of the girls walking by walked into one another or stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk. The fact that his eyes were steeled on me raised my spirits.

Everyone moves away, while Soren jumps on Klaus and pushes him against the wall, without even needing to transform. This move is to push Klaus away from the stairs, while I see Ghost's rune that was on the stairs start to be consumed by the Shadows and the Light. Ghost's fur is white and translucent at the ends, while his eyes are very red, and he stands up quickly, at the same time as he grabs Soren's wrist, the smell of blood spreading. Soren uses his other hand to punch Ghost, who dodges and Soren hits the wall, Ghost takes advantage and uses his other claw to hit Soren in the stomach, but a black barrier forms and I see sparks coming out.

I’ve seen him in the training grounds but he’s damn good at what he does so he never needed any one-to-one training. "Thanks, Ghost.” Gideon mutters, I don’t mean to laugh but that's exactly what happens. Ghost has to be one of the whitest men I’ve ever seen; his hair is practically white and his eyes have a sort of redness to them that can’t be natural so I can see why his momma called him Ghost but it's still a weird name. “It's a funnier name if you know that my momma has skin like sweet caramel sauce and my pops was blacker than the fuckin’ night sky.” Ghost smirks at me, he’s not offended by my laughing, which means he can take a joke.