Ninjago Ghosts Novels & Stories

They were fighting now, growling and I could see their claws appearing and disappearing… they were that angry, they wouldn’t be able to control it and they could shift. This was just outside the club and the club security would be here any moment, Italy might be okay with wolves prowling about but I’m not so sure about Los Angeles, California. “Stop!” I screamed, but none of them seemed to hear me, both of them too far gone in their anger to even hear me. I was hysterical now… I didn’t know what to do… Mind to mind, could I speak to them…? No I was only connected to Arian, I was shaking, then I steeled myself and zeroed my gaze in on Nathan, I thought of a really loud screeching sound. Marth

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

the Ghost remarked, dispatching another enemy with swift precision. Luciana and Tomiwa didn’t hesitate. Grabbing the opportunity, they opened fire, covering Capello as he reversed the car , smashing violently into one of the SUVs. The battle turned into a bloodbath as the Ghost weaved through the battlefield like an angel of death, eliminating enemies before they could react. Sergio roared in frustration. "Kill them! Kill them all!" Dino sprinted toward Sergio, dodging gunfire, before landing a devastating punch to his jaw. Sergio stumbled, wiping blood from his lip. "You think you can stop me? Sanchez will—"

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

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.

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."

Pushing up from the mattress, I move to the window and glance out, and what I see punches the air from my lungs. Ghost is in the middle of the yard, surrounded by patch-wearing members. One of them lands a punch to his jaw as another grabs him from behind. Ghost jerks, but doesn’t fall. His laugh is raw and bloody. He’s still standing. The fuck? I don’t stop to think. I’m out of the room, down the hall, flying through the club like something’s chasing me. I shoulder past a couple of prospects and storm outside, pushing through the wall of bodies until I reach the ring.