Star Wars Ghost Crew Novels & Stories

“Team three, Ghost, Mika, Andre, Chase, Charles, Xavier, Sandy.” She closed the book in her hand, “The rest will stay back as the getaway crew. Your job will be to ensure that each truck leaves successfully, and if it comes down to it, we fight.” “Yes Boss,” the echo resounded loudly. “Leave and get ready to march in. Remember, we’ve had our first victory against Theron, this is a chance for another victory. We must not return empty-handed,” she added. They echoed her words once more before leaving. Jax leaned back to his chair, his gaze still fixed on her, “No Pep talk today?”

The office felt too small with all of us inside, Ciara’s brothers, Salvatore, Wolf leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Ciara stood beside me, her presence grounding even with the tension still humming between us from the hallway. The door opened, and Wolf stepped in, guiding Ghost forward like he was herding a distracted kid. Ghost had three phones in his hands, two cords hanging from his pocket, and a look on his face that said he hadn’t slept in… ever.

It was about surviving the firestorm that would follow. That night, under the cover of absolute darkness, the team deployed. The stealth glider cut silently through the sky, wings stretched wide like a hunting bird. Jason, Leah, and Ghost sat shoulder to shoulder. Ghost was still weak from his coma, his body stiff, his breathing shallow. But his eyes burned with the same fire Jason remembered from the battlefield. “You shouldn’t be here,” Jason muttered, strapping himself in tighter. Ghost smirked, though it looked painful. “And let you idiots screw it up without me? Not a chance.”

i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way . "Don't ever call me a punk again, punk" he said in an angry voice straight up to my face. "You are E.V.I.L !!" i yelled at him , he immediately grabbed my throat and threw me away, he was more powerful than i thought he was. I was gasping for air but he was still coming after me, he had no mercy at all , all he wanted was to kill me then replace me , that's why he killed Mr Franklin, he knew that Mr Franklin knew t

“We need to leave before this place has any more surprises. The twins set up a few bombs to go off in the next few minutes.” Leave it to them to do that. Then again, their code names are battle tanks so it’s to be expected. They’re as huge as those vehicles and they both like seeing things explode. Ha, I have crazy men at my back, don’t I? “Alpha, the entire pack has been obliterated. Harken is bringing the SUVs around,” Ghost says as he appears from nowhere. Even though he’s killed so many, he’s not covered in blood. “The twins are on their way but Descry is still keeping a lookout.”

Any hope she had of being rescued was gone. The door to the warehouse flew open, giving only Ghost and me a moment to hide. “What’s going on in here?” Piers strode in with his crew following. There were too many for us to deactivate at once. They carried knives and other types of guns. They would shoot us before we could reload. “Having regrets, doll face?” His men snickered as he spoke to Sandra. Ghost’s anxiety flooded through the bond at having our target so close. My calming signals gave him little reprieve.

The war room wasn’t really a room. More like a hollowed-out storage space behind the bar concrete floors, flickering overhead lights, a dented table that had survived more fights than most of the men in the club. Ghost had spent half his life here planning raids, tracking rivals, deciding who lived and who didn’t. But tonight felt different. Because Luca was standing across from him. Free. Not shackled. Not locked in the infirmary. Free enough that every breath Ghost took felt like a mistake he’d have to answer for.

An ice tornado swept through the Caucasus Mountains. Three members of the Phantom Squad - the World Government's most elite stealth assassination unit - lay stiffly lying behind a chunk of glacier. Their synchronized artificial heartbeats are hidden by advanced military-grade thermal camouflage cloaks. "Target one, Alpha King, has disappeared from the visual range of satellite monitoring, Captain," whispered Ghost-2 through the signal-disabling micro-radio channel behind his battle helmet.

The prophecy of this meeting is not simply to find the forecast for the future of the galaxy, but it also predicts the existence of planets, gods, and even the universe. “Keep going, maybe the first and the second are related to each other.”- One captain said. Everyone agreed with this opinion, Pure waved her hand, a glass ball did not appear with new images. Hac Lao Vo Tan? “This is Hac Lao Vo Tan!” No one in The Galaxy Trade Union does not know this name. “What is going on?” Everyone in the room was discussing but Pure seemed not to care much about that. She said: “These are two prophecies of mine, but all of you have to keep silence!”

“For mortals, death is the worst that can happen. But for us... everything except our lives is at stake. So, I suggest you shut your mouth and stay out of this. I don’t want a war — and neither does Alpha Asher. Because if he did... do you think any of us would still be standing here, in one piece?” Nikolai winced at his words, but he gritted back his teeth and stepped back. The mouse prince and his guards took the frontline. He peered at the barrier and commanded, without wasting another second. “Begin!” At once, over fifteen members of the Celestial Suppression Squad (CSS) materialized around the graveyard, walking out of thin air, holding golden sun staffs in their hands. All of them were