Romans & histoires Mythic Ghost

The evolution-fest continued for around two more hours, as the evolutions took some time to end, and after that Chaos wanted to name every single one of these little and measly monsters as well to give them one last boost. Will-o-wisps became Ghosts after the miasma, and after being named each Ghost attained some kind of element, there were Inferno Ghosts that used fire, Storm Ghosts that had wind, Dark Ghosts that could wield darkness, and even the rare Bright Ghost, who could use light! All of them were S-Rank, from measly E-Rank monsters such as Will-o-wisps who can barely hurt a weak orc child, this was a great jump!

He asked gently, "What's this talk about ghosts? What has frightened you?" "Let go of me, let go of me …" Misty seemed oblivious to his words, too absorbed in her struggle to break free. "I need to get away from here. Just let me go!" "Misty, pull yourself together. It's me, Cedric!" Cedric gave her a shake, resolutely enfolding her in his arms. In a deep voice, he reassured, "Look clearly. There are no ghosts in broad daylight. What happened to you?" "Cedric …"

Quincy turned around and saw two other ghastly beings charging in their direction. This time, they were even more ferocious than the ghost generals earlier. They stood up to five meters tall. Likewise, they were covered with water from the blood river, and resentful spirits surrounded them. They were practically the minimized versions of the ghost emperor. Quincy immediately started shouting. “Ahhh! They’re coming again! Quick, run!” Dorothy Assex’s face sank. “Two ghost kings...” she whimpered. “You guys go in first,” Alex Rockefeller said while he stood behind the group.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

The ghosts seemed to materialize out of thin air, their moans echoing through the night. Marcus gulped nervously, his grip tightening on his weapon. ". I don't think we can fight these, they're not physical," Marcus said, his voice trembling. Caleb narrowed his eyes, scanning the area for any signs of weakness in the ghostly beings. "We may not be able to fight them physically, but we can fight them with our minds." He closed his eyes and focused, drawing upon the ancient werewolf magic that coursed through his veins. Slowly but surely, he began to push back against the ghosts, his willpower stronger than their own.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

Kate never would’ve expected such a twist in her parents’ love story. Personally, even at her young age, she’s already gravitating towards the view that most things in the world should be explainable by science. She hadn’t really believed in faeries till her ma told her about Mathias. In short, seeing is believing. Ghosts are a different matter though because she doesn’t want any ghost to appear in front of her just to prove it exists. She’d die if she ever saw one.

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

A bright full moon emerged on a silent night. There was no star in the sky, but the luminous glow of the mystic moon gave it an enchanting beauty. In the depths of a thick forest in a suburb, the air was so quiet that it even felt weird. The wind blew heavily, and someone was screaming horribly. An ugly and ferocious man pressed Kendra Miller on the ground and tried to tear her clothes apart rudely. He scratched Kendra’s body urgently and laughed dissolutely.