Soulless Ginger Novelas e Histórias

a shrill voice so high that goose bumps could ooze out rang in the silence. That was Zhu Yeqing, a Presbyter of the Broken Souls Cult who shared his name with that of a venomous snake. Tall and lanky, his face was powdered so thick that one might mistake him for a woman, despite his Adam's apple, and his strange and peculiar looks made it hard to differ him from man or woman. Beside him stood a giant of a man. A tall, dark and well-built brute reaching almost two meters in height; he carried a huge sword and his name, was Jin'gang.

“Let me introduce to you the other half of that perfect spice that you will be sharing with your pure dark Yin Pauleen. You have met her already and that’s for sure. And I know that you four had the idea of who is it.” With a cunning smile that HE then draws to HIS face, and HIS eyes that is in utter hideous glee. HE snaps HIS finger and calls upon that soul. That original soul, now walking towards them and smiles, as HE calls her name. “Gennivier.” Somehow expecting everything to turn into this. The four of them greeted Gen with expressionless eyes and a child-like appearance. “A kid?”

Ginger used to be scared of him. She would rather offend ten gentlemen than offend a single crazed delinquent. And her cousin, Roger Strand, was precisely that, a crazed delinquent.

The moon hasn't shown control in centuries. "Thank you my dear, for being so noble. You will be remembered forever," Ginger crooned in my ear, tilting my chin until I could see her face. Her eyes are a glacial blue, so cold and disinterested. Her cheekbones are sharp, her skin tight, as her unfaltering smile curls further. I try look vacant. I try not to react. My entire body shudders with the want to slap that smug look straight off her face.

"The ghost chef always uses ginger when she prepares a meal. It is her signature. She thinks it cleanses the palate. She uses it in almost every dish she serves to Alaric." I looked at the fire. My plan was perfect. It was a work of art. "There is something we can add to the young prince’s medications." I said. Magnus was the one supplying the boy’s medicine. He controlled the apothecary. "It is something that is poison but not poison. It is simply rat poop. On its own, it does nothing. But when mixed with ginger, it causes the throat to close. It causes the heart to erratic. It looks like a sudden, violent illness."

"Don't say, Seza. I'll say it for you. Hande, I'm very excited, what am I going to do. Look, I told you, okay?" Seza looked at him with a confused expression while trying to catch up with Hande with quick steps. "I can't believe it, how did you know?" As Hande's smile grew, she spoke in a serious voice. "You know, I'm a Scorpio and I have strong feelings. I'm also very smart. That's how I know." When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way.

Gaia turns and pouts at the man. “Awww, Calista please. Let me have some fun. It has been a while since I got to do this.” She pouts at him, and I shake my head at her with a roll of my eyes. Gaia and her mates arrived this morning to help with the interrogation. Fenrir assured me that Gaia is more than capable of this, considering she is the Goddess of Hell and The Harbinger of Death. She was the only one who was against Asteria’s plan. So thank the gods for her.

It really wasn't right, how could there be so many resentful spirits? Some looked like they just came out of a well, with blood on their faces, brushing their hair, but they didn't have any facial features. Some of them were actually unrelated, twisting on the ground, eyes looking to the side. And the one standing there in the middle without any expression was Amelia. She acted like she didn't see any of this, still spinning the purple jade with her fingers: "Evil ghost Dharma-laksana is really nice, don't you think so, Elder Whitebrow?"

At the same time, she used the last of her energy to wave her cane at Wilbur. The gray fog on the cane turned into a ghostly shadow, baring its fangs as it pounced on Wilbur. The village seemed to be enveloped in an aura of death as the ghost appeared, causing all the plants around to wilt and die. Wilbur, the target of the Soul Massacre, was bearing the worst of this aura. He understood then that it would be hard for him to withstand the Soul Massacre even if he were to double his powers.

Kendal yelled. "No! All of you think of me as worthless, lazy, useless and mostly an embarrassment! Know what? I'm just so done with all these insult!" Brieanna said and wiped her tears. She look at Kendal one more time and turned her back on them. Kendal chose not to chase her and just give her time to cool down. She worries a lot about Brieanna. After her best friend, Kirby died, she has been this living ghost. Quieter than she was before and more secretive. Kendal sighed as she tries not to get emotional.