Ninjago Cole Ghost Novels & Stories

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

"I'll just play along and see where this takes me. Who knows I may be able to get rid of her without being suspected. She chuckled darkly and left. ******* Hacker and Ghost sat at their usual spot at the bar surrounded by other gang members. Hacker, looks so cute with his messy hair and bright eyes, leaned in close to Ghost, a little tough with a piercing gaze. "Hey, Ghost, can I ask you something?" Hacker said, his voice low and hesitant. Ghost raised an eyebrow. "What is it, kid?" Hacker's face flushed slightly. "I was wondering if... you'd like to train with me, for our upcoming task?”

Before I could say a word, Jax spoke in my place instead. “Ghost is very popular…A legend in her own right who has helped conquer so many battles especially In the past few months” Jax shocked me. My crew must have been feeding him with news about me lately. Alpha Silver shifted his gaze from Jax to me in bewilderment. “ That's pretty impressive” He said and wrinkled his face. “ Haven't we met before, Ghost?” “ No, Alpha. We haven't met face-to-face before” I replied, keeping my voice low.

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.

Ghost to her? “Do not cry anymore. I will go find Ms. Ghost for you, all right? My good little girl, be good and stop crying. It hurts me too much to see you like this… But why still can I not see your face? No. Do not go!” “Do not go!” Adrian shouted and jolted upright. Sweat poured down his forehead as he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably. It took a long while before his breathing finally steadied.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea