Ninjago Ghosts Novels & Stories

"Marcus! Lead the charge! I want every gate, every wall, and every digital defender engaged! You make as much noise as possible! Draw their aggro!" "For the ghosts!" Marcus roared, raising his broadsword. "FOR THE GHOSTS!" the army of thousands screamed back. With a deafening battle cry, the Ghost Army surged forward, charging blindly into the red static storm toward a fortress they couldn't even see yet. Ren watched them go. He didn't join the front line. He turned to Jax. "You and me, kid. We're the scalpel." Jax grinned, pulling his data-sword from its sheath. "Where are we going?"

Look away. "Patterns," Nergal repeated. Tasting the word. "The Silent Howl operates on patterns, Neoma. They strike the rail lines. They disrupt the supply chains. They are ghosts in the machine." He leaned closer. His breath smelled of the grave. "I have been looking for a weapon to hunt ghosts. Highbloods are too... blunt. They see walls and try to smash them. You saw the weakness in Cassius’s defense and slipped a knife between the ribs."

I hate myself for considering that some part of me is relishing the prospect of igniting that board… even if it burns him up too. "What's in the coin?" I insist. A pause. "Truth," they answer brusquely. And they're off—gliding into the darkness so fast my eyes can't track the motion. I turn back to Pandora. "Can you track them?" "Already trying," she snarls, tapping at her comm. "But whoever they are? They are Ghosts.". I look back at Cassian. His lids are half-closed, yet his gaze remains fixed on me.

The man walked away quickly. Looking shocked as well. Gianna watched as the man who looked especially like Nadia disappeared into the crowd. She leaned against the train in a trance. She felt dizzy It was as if the whole thing had drained her. Scott looked at her and touched her shoulder, his hand waving in front of her eyes. "Don't tell me you actually saw a ghost?Gianna,there's no such thing as ghosts." Gianna gave her a false smile. "Yeah, I must be making a mistake."

I know I have superpowers, and I know I’m the most OP overlord this world has ever seen, but…does the ghost even know that? At that moment, the ghost suddenly stopped sliding in the direction she was heading. She then turned sharply. And she saw Javier. She started gliding toward him, letting out a piercing scream. “You! Give it…back…Give it back!” Javier could pee his pants right there and then. Defeating a ghost? Nope! Hell naw! His feet suddenly felt like they were powered by sports car engines, and his left foot was a Lamborghini, and the right one was a Maserati. Vroooooom! Off he sped, powering through the road without a care for what he was leaving behind.

We tried to take him down on multiple occasions, but we suffered severe casualties as he's just that powerful. "East City…" Frank mused to himself. "Could it be the one you call Ghost, whom you've mentioned before?" "It's none other than him. I understand that your strength is weakened outside Shagan, but—" "Nobody moves!" Before Frank and Jouri could finish, a group of thugs wearing blood-red ghost masks and with their hair dyed in a variety of colors, kicked open the cafe door. "Everyone, on your knees! Hand over all your money!" "No! It's The Ghosters!"

"Not so much anymore but he may still have teeth and is dangerous enough for me to go after him this time. He hurt you to get to me and that just doesn't do." The 'Ghosts' as they were called, were an elite special forces group that officially didn't exist. They made video games out of the rumors but they got their name from their preference of optical camouflage that made them almost invisible to the human eye. They'd be sent in on high-risk missions, usually rescue jobs that conventional forces would have lost too many men in. Dad was mostly vague about his time in the military, he told me enough to know that he was pretty bad-ass but I didn't pry. War was horrible and I know he wanted to

had it been they came asking, things won't be the same like this at all, the most annoying part of it is that Ghost and his gang knew that people come and worship me in my shrine so as for that particular question, they are aware of that being my shrine. And lastly, the main reason why Ghost and gang couldn't enter and steal was because of those big guards that I placed in charge of my gold and wealth, and the big guards is been referred to as a reticulated Python that is very big as fuck, and it's very scary and that scared them away the more. Without my guards, your men would have entered the shrine and stolen everything without your notice, and had it been that happened, your community an

As a result, it was like a ferocious beast and possessed strong combating power. Without intelligence, Ghost Infant was bloodthirsty. "Swoosh!" Ghost Infant jumped lightly, showing its great leaping ability and speed. It climbed onto the roof like a gecko and looked down at Chu Xun and Elder Gui, with its bloodshot eyes full of bloodthirsty desire. "Swoosh!" Though the roof was made of stone, Ghost Infant pierced into it with its claws like piercing tofu. Seeing the scene, Elder Gui's hair stood on end. If the claw had hit a man, the man would be seriously wounded even if he did not die.

"Nico." The name twisted my stomach. “What do you want from me?” I forced the words out, my voice raspy. “Not you. I simply want the reaction from Nico.” he said, tapping the chain draped over his knee. I squinted at him. "So you are using me as bait." "We're just reminding him." "Reminding him of what?" “That the ghosts he buried still breathe.” He rose again, cracking his neck. “He built his empire over bones. And some of them belong to people he shouldn't have forgotten.”