Mlp Ghost Novels & Stories

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

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.

Her face instantly turned deathly pale. "W-Wait a minute!" Patrick's eyes widened, and he urgently stepped toward Lily. "Lily, do you know something?" Lily averted her gaze, hesitating for a long moment before stammering, "Um... On the day of Madam Winnie's surgery, I overheard Miss Owens and the doctor talking. She told them not to stitch the wound and promised to pay the doctor ten million for his silence, saying it was under your orders. I always thought this was your instruction, but now that I think about it, maybe..."

It was impossible to tell whether the son resembled the father… or the father resembled the son. The scream that tore from her throat was the most terrifying, most desperate sound imaginable. The following year, Miles went abroad for university. I continued my studies as well, attending Stamdor. After graduation, I settled overseas and brought my parents with me. After all, if we stayed in the country any longer, it might lead to bloodshed. … Five years later, Zoe, wearing an apron and with messy hair, walked out of the kitchen holding a spatula. Lucas was sitting in front of the computer, obsessively playing games. He no longer worked. His mind had completely deteriorated. Playing games was

He tried to trace the IP; the Ghost bounced the signal off a satellite in Antarctica, a toaster in Tokyo, and a library in Brazil. But Altair was Vespera Thorne’s son. He didn't just know code; he knew architecture. He realized the Ghost wasn't trying to steal the money. The Ghost was leaving a tag. Altair stopped fighting. He watched the Ghost reach the center of the vault. It didn't take the billions. It simply planted a flag—a small, ASCII art skull—and vanished. CONNECTION TERMINATED. The room went silent. The red lights faded back to blue. "Damage report," Altair asked.

heat of our connection finally broke through the cold dread. ​In that moment, we weren't Sarah and Leo. We weren't assets or queens. We were just two people holding onto the only thing that was real in a world made of silver eyes and genetic lies. ​"Pack the bags," Malakai whispered against my mouth, his eyes burning with a protective fire. "We leave in ten minutes. The 'Ghost' phase is over, Leona. From here on out, we fight." ​I looked toward the bedroom where my son was sleeping. The boy who was now a brother to a girl named Seven. The boy who was the prize in a global hunt.

"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.

"How is it possible that you can drink? Thought you said you're a ghost?" He scoffs at her. "Thought I said...," he pauses and takes a peek at his body before turning back to her. "Isn't that my body laying lifeless down there?" "Hmm, how is it possible then that you can drink?" "Because my mum is from the ghost clan while I'm from the clan of the ghost of terror. So even in my ghost form, I can do anything I want. Although I don't feel comfortable with being a ghost and there are certain limitations."

He sounded so carefree as if he was making fun of his master's helpless situation. "You just want me to sit idle and do nothing? So, what if I am a ghost?" His master asked in resentment. "You're not in a stable condition yet." Replied Little Veen. "So, you're not powerful enough." The man grunted as he ran his fingers in his head. “How can this be?!" He roared angrily. Little Veen just watched him with his cute poker face that didn't show any hint of care. "You're technically a ghost now. Nothing more. You don't even have a body, to begin with." He explained. ‘I thought you realised it from the day we've been tossed here’, his eyes said.