Ninjago Ghosts Novels & Stories

The runes glowed faintly as the Ghost Needle vanished from Logo’s hand in the blink of an eye, moving with such speed that it seemed like teleportation. But Logo knew this wasn't spatial ability. The explosive speed of the Ghost Needle gave the illusion of instantaneous movement. Pfft! The half-meter-long spiral needle, empowered by the runes, pierced Jesta's skull. Even his enhanced fur and bones, capable of withstanding a barrage of machine cannon fire, were like paper in the face of the Ghost Needle. Boom! The three-ton corpse of the bear crashed to the ground, its massive inertia creating a deep trench as it dragged Logo with it.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

Dangerous. She was still thinking about it when the message arrived at 9:47 PM. Ghost: Private session. One hour. I want to see you in something new. Aria’s stomach flipped. She sat on the edge of her bed, heart already beating faster. Aria: What do you want me to wear? Ghost: Crimson lace teddy. Sheer. The one with the deep V in front and open back. No bra. No panties underneath. Hair down. Lights low. Be ready in fifteen minutes.

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.

"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."

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

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.

"001 has initiated the 'Global Purge'. She’s going to turn everyone into a 'Dormant' by morning." Jago looked at the blue glow of my necklace, then at the "Void-Wolf" standing at my side. He didn't look greedy anymore. He looked like a man who had seen the bottom of the abyss and realized there was no money there. "The Scrappers are ready to fight, Princess. But we can't fight ghosts in the machine. We need a physical target."

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.