Mlp Ghost Novels & Stories

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

FL: FL loves horror games and is dragged into a survival horror accidentally. There, she has to play by the horror game rules and tries to survive. ML: ML is the most powerful vampire in the game. He is the only one who is aware of the repeated plots in the horror game and finds life here boring until he meets FL. She adds a new twist to his routine life. Inciting Incident: FL slips off the steps after playing a survival video/PC game all day long and finds she is in a horror game when she wakes up.

I figured the guards thought that I was coming to start trouble because they still refused to open the door even with my incessant loud banging on the gate. After some minutes, someone finally opened the gate. It was Ghost. “Sorry, they only take orders from me.” He said in a cocky manner as he saw me. “I’ve been expecting you.” He added with a mischievous smile registered on his face. He turned to Lorenzo and waved at him. “Welcome to my home.” Ghost’s nonchalant attitude was getting under my skin. “Where is Ava?” I asked, my patience wearing thin. “Who is your mole? Who’s feeding you information about my operations?” Curious, I asked. Ghost laughed, a cold and mocking laughter. “You wouldn

"And because you can't remember him, he is suffering in the Infinite-Now. He is a soul with no name, drifting in the static of your own mind. We can show you his face, Elara. All you have to do is let us back in." The Romantic Tension and Strategic Desperation of the moment reached a boiling point. Kazimir stepped between Elara and the ghost, his blade a wall of violet light. "Don't listen to it!" Kazimir roared. "It’s a Mnemonic-Trap! They're trying to use your grief to reopen the Backdoor!" "But Kaz... if he’s still in there... if he’s suffering..." Elara reached out, her hand hovering near the ghost’s translucent cheek.

"The Ghost returns to her haunts. And she brought a King with her." ​Julian’s grip on my waist tightened until it was borderline painful. I felt the low, dangerous rumble start in his chest before he even spoke. ​"Step aside, Malakai," Julian growled. ​Malakai. The name taste like ash. He was a High-Alpha of the London Underground, a man I had done business with during my third year as a "Ghost." He was the only man who had ever come close to figuring out how I masked my scent. And he was the man who had offered me a "new throne" when he found me bleeding in an alleyway three years ago.

It hummed with the sound of massive computing power. Sitting in the center of the room on a simple ergonomic chair was a man. He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with messy dark hair and thick framed glasses. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, typing furiously on a keyboard. This was the Ghost. Not an old veteran, but a kid. Adrian stopped at the edge of the server farm. "Silas Vane. Meet the Ghost." The kid stopped typing. He spun his chair around. He looked at Silas, then at Leo. He pushed his glasses up his nose.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

This couldn’t be true, couldn’t be real. I had to be in a trance or something because I couldn’t be dead. Ghost promised to keep me safe and not let anything happen to me until we achieved our goal of vengeance. Speaking of Ghost, I quickly mind-linked her, but it didn’t work, and all I got was silence. This was strange. I knew she wasn’t the type to respond, but she always made a sound to let me know she was listening, but this time there was nothing but silence.

But this was a new, unknown element. “So we have two ghosts,” Arine said, his voice cold. “One who pulls her from a jail cell, and now one who meets her in secret. We don't even know if they're the same person. This is a game, Lana. And Mila is on the board. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.” [Scene: K&N Architects, HR Department – The Next Morning]

What could I? His father was dead? That he was never going to meet him? That he was ripped of an opportunity to have both parents? "I- Your father is- He said he loves you" I whispered and i took his hands. "And he'll always be with you" I said and he chuckled. "Is he a ghost?" He giggled. "Yes, you could call him that" "But a good ghost. He watches over us and he'll protect us" I explained and he smiled. "Will I get to meet him one day?" He asked.