Ninjago Ghosts Novels & Stories

However, in Lucas’ opinion, that speed was pitifully slow, so slow that Lucas would even look down on it. “Argh!” The Rank 6 Surpasser’s outcome was predictable and that was dead! Instead, Lucas’ face remained composed as if he had just done a very trivial thing. At that moment, the leader of Ghost Shadows could not tolerate it and led more than 200 Genetic Fighters of the Ghost Shadows out! The leader of the Ghost Shadows, Sage, was looking at the hellish scene before him and was terrified. He was a person who was used to killing others, yet when looking at the scene before him, it still spooked him.

“You think the law serves people like us? We own pieces of it, Lorenzo, but not the whole pie. And Pigo? He doesn’t play by rules. He moves people around like checkers and burns the board after.” Gabriel cut in, voice sharp. “Besides, I already got the team. Not you. Not Zia. Not Nia. Not even me. Ghost Squad. Former special ops, current shadows. Faces unknown. They go in clean. No trace. No fallout.” Lorenzo turned to Zia. Her face was pale, but her chin was lifted high. “They have my mother,” she said. “I don’t care how dirty we have to get.” A brief silence.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

Men got out, secured the area with military precision. I didn't wait for permission. Just opened my door and ran. Ghost met me at the front entrance. Six-foot-four of solid muscle and calm competence. He had been special forces before going private, and it showed in the way he moved he was always aware, always ready. "He's in the living room," Ghost said quietly. "Playing that dinosaur game you got him. I told him we might be taking a trip, but he doesn't know anything else." "Thank you." I gripped his arm. "For everything."

A ghost, alive. “Mother?” Amara whispered. The woman’s eyes were cold, devoid of warmth. “Not quite,” she said. “I’m Ngozi—Nkechi’s twin. And Adebayo’s partner.” The twist shattered Amara. Nkechi had a twin, hidden all these years, working with Adebayo? Ngozi stepped closer, her voice a chilling echo of Nkechi’s. “Your mother wanted out, but I stayed. The new order is my vision too. Join us, Amara, or the failsafe triggers—global collapse.”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Seconds later, Master Ghost and Aiden opened the doors to their rooms… Clearly concerned, Aiden—who had been wondering about Gerald’s sudden silence and change in mood the entire time he was inside his room—was first to ask, “…Um… Why are you feeling down all of a sudden…?” “You see, back when we were in the lobby, Master Ghost saw a Japanese female special forces soldier wearing a special pendant that appeared to be native to the Seadom Tribe,” explained Gerald, figuring it was high time that Aiden knew…

Jay shouted. "Yeah, I see that." Daniel said. He quickly reloaded his gun and kept firing. "BAM", went a loud gun as it started firing all of Melanie's opponent. Once all of them were hit, they turned around looking for where the shots were fired, but they couldn't find any. Slowly people came out from the ceilings, the locker room, behind the chairs and everywhere. They were shocked seeing an opponent help them but then a girl came out, they raised their gun towards her, she was clearly a ghost, four of them were ghosts.

“Though… the heir of Castelli bleeding in the streets is still an image none of us can quite ignore, is it?” “Careful,” I said softly, cold slipping into my tone. “If the image unsettles you, imagine how the Ghost Clan will make you look when they’re finished. Weak. Dead. Forgotten.” His smirk faltered, only slightly. “Bah,” Enzo interrupted, waving his hand. “The Ghost Clan, the Ghost Clan. They’re shadows. Legends. Every decade someone claims they’ve returned, and every decade it’s bullshit.” Antonio’s laugh was sharp. “Tell that to the men bleeding out after the ambush.”

Chapter 12: Do you want him to find us that easily Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.