Pokemon Psychic Ghost Novels & Stories

Until… “Those guys… I’m going to get back at them someday.” Says Akihiko while laying down and facing the ceiling. Suddenly a small white object flies in front of him and sits on his face. “Hahah… I’m fine. It’s okay, Pei.” He says after getting the white object off his face. The white object was a mini-spirit. It was incapable of harming anyone and was not strong enough to touch anyone other than those who could see it and most of all it was one of his only friends.

“We’re all getting’ inside and lockin’ the doors before all hell breaks loose. Look at ‘em. They’re comin’ to life before our very eyes.” Adam and Jacob followed Roy’s gaze. He was right. Those who were more animated and alert than they’d been just a few moments ago didn’t look happy or friendly. “I don’t want to die at the hands of these things,” Pete wailed as he pulled his pistol from his holster. “Bullets don’t work on spirits,” Roy spat. “Put that gun away before ya hurt yerself.” “I ain’t never seen no spirit like these,” Pete insisted. “So, now yer a spirit expert, are ya?” Roy growled back.

And after I had calmed down a little, I could see her terrified body and petrified eyes looking at me. I wanted to her and tell her it's ok. To cover her eyes and comfort her. But i knew what she was afraid of wasn't the pool of blood or the many dead bodies surrounding me, but it was me. She was..afraid of me. And i could understand. Who wouldn't be. A psychic like me. But maybe deep down, i thought she would react differently. Guess i was wrong. But as she pointed the gun towards me, i couldn't help but feel regret. Not because i had shown her my mental side, but i had scared her. To the point she wanted me dead.

Barney shrugged his shoulders. Each piece fit together. One after another. I looked back toward Barney. “If Ghost wanted to disappear…” I paused for a minute and looked back at my screen. “He’d need someone capable of making that happen. Someone with resources. Money. Connections.” I looked back at the photograph. “Someone like Viktor Sokolov.” Barney slowly nodded. “It explains why Ghost disappeared inside Draven’s palace.” “It also explains why nobody has been able to identify him.” I said matter of factly. The more I looked at the picture… The more convinced I became. I finally pushed my chair back from the desk. “I want everything.”

he screamed angrily at Prince. He activated the Power of the Fiend Soul, and a bloody ray appeared around his body. Subsequently, a giant ghost appeared in front of Archfiend Antigonus. The ghost stood several meters tall, surrounded by blood-colored fog. It was created entirely from the Power of the Fiend Soul. The area was filled with a ferocious killing vibe as it formed. "What… What is that?" "God…" Everyone in the garden raised their heads to look at the enormous ghost. They inhaled deeply. 'Is that the power of the supreme leader of the fiend race? That breath is too terrifying.'

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Without saying anything, Caspian directly absorbed the Ghost Qi. Seeing this, the Ghost Cultivator's face changed greatly! This was his only weakness. Caspian had discovered it!

A psychic command that screamed one word across the cavern: SUBMIT. The effect was instantaneous and profound. The air grew thick, heavy, like the atmosphere before a lightning strike. The rampaging creature, which had just been about to disembowel another soldier, froze mid-lunge. Its twitching limbs locked up. Its eyeless face, which had been a mask of mindless aggression, suddenly seemed to convey a flicker of… confusion. Of fear. It was the instinct of a lesser predator suddenly finding itself in the hunting ground of an apex. The Ghost squad stared, dumbfounded. The monster was just… stopped. Paralyzed. It trembled, a low whine replacing its shriek, the sound of a beaten dog.

He couldn't help coughing up blood. Eight Scarcities Ghost knew they were in trouble. He desperately recited a spell and eight mass of dark fog instantly winded around Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen flicked his sleeves nonchalantly and performed the Dragon-controlling Mystic Skill—a personal invention that combined the manipulative ability of his psychokinesis and the strength of his Dragon Roar Palm. Immediately, a golden illusory dragon more than tens of feet long charged at Eight Scarcities Ghost and slammed him onto the wall of the cave. Double-tailed Crane and the other two lost their ability to fight back.