Ninjago Ghosts Novels & Stories

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…

Swiftly, Jameson sprang into action, delivering decisive blows that vanquished countless ghosts, rescuing Dakota from peril. Dakota trembled as he inquired, "What is happening? I sense nothing but a chilling terror!" Jameson shielded Dakota, wielding his sword with precision to dispatch the ghosts. "Remain composed, my lord," he reassured, "These disturbances are the machinations of lackeys from Scarlet Summit. Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety."

He opens it wide and motions us into an empty exam room. “Beta, Doctor Tanaka can come and talk to you if you need her.” The nurse hands me some scrubs. “Don’t trust her.” Ghost stalks around my mind. My skin prickles as he comes forward. “Where’s my mate?” He snarls and grabs her wrist. Reggie grabs my wrist in return and lets his claws dig into me. “Ghost, let her go. We’re trying to get you and Milo to your mate. You need to chill the fuck out first.”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

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!

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!"

Vidia answered and looked at her best friend with a hopeful smile. Emma asked her some other questions, and when she asked about me, I looked at where Vidia was. "Is OJ there?" "How the heck would I know, Ems? I can't see ghosts." Vidia answered and looked around the room. "Oh, but... Umm. Are there any signs of something paranormal there? Is it scary back there?" Emma asked the girl again, and Vidia shook her head in response and said, "Well... I wouldn't want to experience such, Emma. But if... Oh, OJ Hunters, if you are in here... Don't scare the shit out of me, alright? And tell any ghosts around not to bother me. I trust in you. Thank you so much."

Natpok asked. "Boss Natpok, they seem to be literally ghosts. They are visible, but intangible." A disciple shrieked. "Don't be afraid, they definitely can't touch you either!" Natpok said. But he did not expect what happened next. The skeleton ghost warriors pulled the souls of Natpok’s disciples from their bodies so their bodies fell to the ground one by one as if they had just fainted. But their souls were still conscious, trembling with fear when they saw that they were about to be eaten by the skeleton ghost warriors. "Aaaaah!" Screamed Mok-Ong gang disciples.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."