Novel & Cerita Slashfic Ghost

Her gaze sharpened and she muttered: “So… the Ghost walks into my den. Bold. Reckless. Or desperate?” She grinned like a cheshire cat, “Let’s find out what you're up to, Lucan.”

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

We were climbing a ghost. "Stay close!" I shouted, grabbing Sarah’s hand as a section of the floor vanished beneath us. Silas used his shadows to bridge the gaps, his body trembling with the effort. Every time he manifested his power, the White light from above lashed out at him, burning his essence. He was a creature of the dark, and we were standing in the center of a cosmic spotlight.

with the Energy of the Ordinary. The Ghost in the Substrate couldn't handle the "Low-Intensity Content." It began to Dissolve. The Liquid Ink cloak turned back into harmless lavender mist. The Iron-Hard Text shattered into a billion tiny "Typos" that vanished into the atmosphere. "The... story... must... end..." the Ghost whispered, its form fading into a grey static. "No," I said, walking through the dissolving entity, my violet-silver skin glowing with a quiet, stable heat. "The story just needs to Stop Being a Story."

Lucas hesitated in a way that told me the answer would break something important. “Jon Tulip,” he said. The name dropped into the room like a stone breaking through ice. The air shifted. My breath caught. Lucas continued in a voice that sounded defeated. “He is a scientist. Some call him a researcher. Others call him something far worse. He studies supernatural lineages. Tests bloodlines. Captures things he does not understand. Experiments. Modifies. Designs outcomes. He believes nature can be… rewritten.” Ethan’s face drained of color. I felt his shock through the bond like a physical hit. The world had tilted under his feet in the same way it had tilted under mine the night my father died.

“Don’t listen to him.” But the stranger only smiled wider, his gaze fixed on her. “Soon, you will have no choice.” And then, like a candle being snuffed out, his form dissolved into smoke. The hunters blinked in confusion as the darkness swirled away, leaving only the echo of his voice lingering in the trees. The woods fell silent again. Elena clung to Lucian, her breath ragged. “What was that?” Lucian’s eyes were grim, his arms tightening around her protectively. “A ghost from my bloodline. One that should never have found us.”