Mw 2019 Ghost Novels & Stories

Her mood turned gloomy because she knew, Mira was one of the fans who adored Luca Tybelg and it would only spell trouble if she blabs about the happening during lunch break. Mira was well-known in the company because of her exquisite beauty. She had long wavy black hair, big chests, sexy lips, a high nose, mesmerizing black eyes and beautifully angled cheeks. Her curvy body made her even gorgeous. She could be a supermodel because she was as beautiful as one, but, she chose to work in the travel agency. Maybe because of her beauty, a lot of people trusted her but no one knows that she was a two-faced coin. Jennet was probably the only person who could see through her mask because Mira always

(Battle Theme : 'Dark Chest Of Wonders (Instrumental) by Nightwish) "Master, two ugly ghouls are coming from the right corner!" Silver Moon spoke. "Four from the left!" Ming Yue rushed toward the right and in fast speed, she slashed the first ghoul and cut of the head of the second one. Yang Lixin who already adapted--even though forcefully, to supernatural things that was happening right at this moment, shot one of the ghoul while Bai Hu helped with his wind, shredding the rest to pieces. Ling Mao who was running along side everyone noticed how the ghouls kept appearing, it was endless.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

“Do you get them often?” “Only when I’m worried or very tired. Today, I’m both.” All attention went to Roy as he stood in the doorway. “Eluwilussit says that the spirits of those who died in that massacre are still walking the camp.” Melody rubbed her temples to ease the pressure in her head. “Who is Eluwilussit?” Roy puffed his chest out to display his pride and appreciation for the Indian. “The medicine man. It means ‘holy one’ in Black Foot. He was destined to greatness from the second he took a breath. Pretty impressive, eh?”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

"Call me Ghost. Now follow me." Ghost moved swiftly, her footsteps barely making a sound as she led Kate up the stairs of the basement. Kate followed, her pulse pounding in her ears. Mario’s men didn’t even flinch. The gunshot from the basement didn’t surprise them—it was common for Mario to take victims down there, torture them, and end their lives with a single bullet. To them, it was just another night. Ghost moved swiftly, silent as a shadow. She crept up behind the nearest guard standing by the stairs.

"They gave me fifty thousand silver notes and an exile decree three hours ago. They said the Ashford Pack had no room for a fat, bloodless human." Alaric's jaw tightens, a terrifying surge of Alpha dominance pressure erupting from his shoulders. The heavy iron braziers along the wall flicker wildly as the heat in the room drops instantly. "They dared to call the Ghost Alpha of the underworld a bloodless parasite?" Malcolm’s eyes bulge in absolute terror. He looks between Alaric and me, his breath hitching in his throat. "Ghost... Ghost Alpha?! No! That's impossible! She's human! She has no wolf scent! She's just a discarded stray!"

“Nice to meet you as well Ms. Mowers. I hope Ghost man over here isn’t giving you too much trouble.” I schooled my expression. Kade was Ghost. The Ghost that was a constant pain in my ass since I was a teenager. Our intel before this mission, clearly was not as detailed as it should have been. There had been some record that “Ghost” worked for RSS; however the identity of them wasn’t provided.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.