Novel & Cerita Slashfic Ghost

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

She replied softly. "Good, close your eyes." She followed my instructions as I placed my fingers on her temple, delving into her mind to access her memories of the massacre. As I relived the horror from her, I felt her fear and pain, transforming into tangible shadows that clung to me like parasites, feeding off my emotions. I forcibly shook them off and eliminated the summoned ghosts and shadows before conducting another thorough sweep of the memories, ensuring that no shadow remained in her mind, finally, I pulled out.

The talisman throbbed. The whispering stopped. The forest went still. And the ghost spoke. "The guardian returns." The voice resonated through the clearing. Low. Ancient. The wolves around Lyla shifted uneasily, but she stepped forward. The ghost’s eyes followed her. It inclined its head slightly. Not with submission. With recognition. "You know me," she said softly. The ghost nodded. "We know all who carry the bond. All who bleed for it. You bear the mark of the crescent."

The shadows responded to his command, intertwining with the stone and creating an opening. The group stepped through the archway, entering the grove. The air inside was filled with a soft, melodic hum, and the ground was covered with delicate, glowing flowers. The grove seemed to pulse with life, and the presence of the spirits was stronger than ever. As they ventured deeper into the grove, they encountered various spirit-based obstacles and traps. Allan used his shadows to create safe pathways, and Elara's flames provided light and warmth. Lila's connection to nature allowed her to sense the spirits' movements, guiding the group safely through the grove.

"But they don't protect against the ghosts of the pact. Ligeia didn't send sirens. She sent the Shadows of the fallen Scribes." A pale, translucent figure drifted through the wooden door as if it weren't there. It looked like a woman, but her eyes were hollow pits of ink, and her fingers were long, skeletal quills. "The Ancestors," I whispered, my heart freezing. "They think I’m a traitor for being with you." The ghost let out a silent, soul-piercing scream. Around us, the walls of the cabin began to weep black ink, the liquid pooling on the floor and rising like snakes.

Lyra asked, her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. The Shadow-Heir didn't answer with words. He raised the rusted scalpel, and the air around him turned into "Grey Static." He was a "Narrative Ghost," a version of Kaelen that would have existed if Lyra had never found the Shadow Claws, if the silver-poison had been allowed to finish its work.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

I stumbled back, gasping hard, as my mind was ripped from the present, maybe I was far gone. ***vision ***” I could see flames, the screaming and then a burning city swallowed in chaos. I stood frozen as a woman with silver eyes appeared before me, her expression filled with sorrow in them. "You must remember, Rachael." The ground cracked beneath us as she spoke up. I saw Shadows slithered through the flames, twisting into monstrous forms. "The Ghost Wolf was never meant to be controlled." She added. I opened my mouth to speak, but the vision shattered— ***end of vision***

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

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.