Power Book Ghost Season 3 Novels & Stories

If one didn’t hear his words, just judging by his facial expression, one would think he wasn’t talking about communicators but declaring his sovereignty! Fynn barely suppressed an eye roll. ‘…Just look at this idiot wagging his tail!’ (–_ლ) He directly ignored the taller man and concentrated on the smaller one. “So you are saying that the Ghost is one of the employees we have on footage, and they are using a number not on the employee records to access our lab because they don’t want others to know they had anything to do with the mental power drug?”

Ghost moved quickly, eyes locked on me like I was the problem. I backed away, heart still pounding. My throat still burned from the note. But I didn’t look away. He was awake. Angry. Alive. We stared at each other. Both of us were trembling for different reasons. “Call Pietro,” he said suddenly. Ghost turned. “What?” “I want to know what he has found digging up everything on that cemetery. I want names. Records. Visitors. Hell, even from the past year.” Ghost paused. “Yes, Boss?”

One had the soft round shoulders of a man who belonged to screens; the other had a sharper posture, a neat beard, a voice with a thick Middle Eastern cadence. “These latest results are good enough,” the bearded one said, low, the kind of certainty born of long nights and bad bargains. “It took six months to crack Supernatural,” the other replied. “The politician better be pleased.” They turned the corner, oblivious to the shadows that watched them leave. Jack’s hand flicked forward. Ghost Team flowed, soundless. At the RESEARCH door, Jack split the unit with a glance. Michelle’s element peeled off, shadows slipping to secure the next block. Jack took his core—a knife of four—and slid inside.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

Before the guy could answer, Ace took out his gun and shot the guy in his head. "Anyone else got something to say?" He asked earning complere silence. "So, as I was saying—", he placed his gun on the table infront of him, "Meet Alexia Hale. Some might know her as the ghost. She'll be working with us for a while. Any questions?" He ended as he looked at me while everyone muttered a 'No boss.' "You're all dismissed." He ordered and everyone was out of the room. "So, I'll be staying here?", I asked.

Mark watched as the flames rolled off 2Pac’s broad shoulders and his gold necklace. Mark’s nerves misfired again, but for five seconds he felt immortal when he activated Ghost Mode. A quantum magnetic pulse passed through the cells in Mark’s body, making him feel invincible. He chuckled as he watched his body morph into a spirit. Mark laughed, watching as 2Pac tried to nail him in his face. Mark felt like he was in a higher dimension. He watched as 2Pac’s fist passed straight through his torso. Mark’s body had become ghostlike. For a moment, he felt like he was God.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

The Ghost Adept spoke. "Where's the money?" Hank asked the Ghost Adept. "The money will be instantly credited to your account. However, are you certain that the recipe is true since it is done so swiftly?" The Ghost Adept frowned and asked. "Jason pulled it out personally. What do you think?" Hank grunted. "Jason?" The Ghost Adept frowned. The next moment, he saw an unbelievable scene. There was a figure with his hands on his back, levitating on empty air. It was Jason.

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.

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. 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.