Star Wars Ghost Crew Novels & Stories

After several minutes Chris's dad and some of his kinsmen arrived safely. They all were received pleasantly by the other family. After several deliberations, an introduction ceremony was set. After which, Chris, Sandra, his dad, and his kinsmen all headed home. 👹KINGDOM OF THE GHOST OF TERROR👹 Chris, Isabella, Ariel, and Logan appeared in the kingdom to see everywhere quiet. They gently walked close to the gate but before they could comprehend what was happening a cage covered them all up taking them high in the air.

These fuckers just didn't quit. Ghost moved silently through the grounds, positioning himself between the threat and the classroom where Luna was already helping her teacher strengthen protective shields. His little princess must stay safe. "Uncle Ghost," her voice came through their connection. "They feel wrong. Like the ones who hurt you." She was worried he would get hurt severely again. "Stay inside, princess. Keep your friends safe." He felt her agreement, proud of how she maintained calm while creating powerful shields around the other children. The rogues struck with supernatural speed, but Ghost and Tank were ready. Years of working together made them lethal – Ghost's enchanted weapo

So I refrain, settling for chatting about the future instead. “What would you say if I asked you to move in with me?” I ask, searching her gorgeous emerald eyes to gauge her reaction to my question. She looks hesitant but pleased by the offer. Just as she opens her mouth to respond, a commotion sounds from the street along the café. A shady looking man is running from a group of seven elite enforcers. I’d recognize their attire anywhere. The State Enforcer Special Operations Squad or SESOS for short. They are a specially trained group of elite fighters that uphold the law separate from the usual police forces. The usual police forces wear the generic blue and black police outfits and are onl

Killian barked into his comms, his voice a low-frequency rumble that competed with the thundering impacts above. "The primary hangar is gone, Killian!" Silas’s voice was a frantic mess of static and desperation. "They didn't blow the doors; they dissolved them. I’ve moved the Ghost-Runner to the maintenance crawl-space under Sector 7. It’s a tight fit, and the stealth baffles are redlining, but it’s the only way out that isn't being watched by the Tide." "We’re two minutes out," Killian said, leaping over a fallen support beam. "Prepare the cold-start. We aren't using the thrusters until we clear the atmosphere."

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?

"I need you to listen to me Mal; you'll be taken into another world for a mission. Find her and bring her back for you two are to work as a team to redeem the world! The mission must be accomplished before the next full moon!" "Do not waste any further time!" "Waste no time!" "Waste no time… I say… waste no time for the danger that lies ahead is way beyond what you can ever imagine..!!" "So waste no time..!!!" "GOOOOO..." "I said go….!!!" "Find her ..." "Find her....!!" "You must find her...!" "Don't you come back without her!" "Gooooooo!!!"

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

"Or perhaps you misremembered, and your master didn't tell you to spare me but to cooperate instead?" "Don't push it!" Crewcut was incensed by Frank's disrespect. "Oh, but I'll keep pushing it! Now tell me who hired you!" Frank barked. "You asked for it!" Crewcut bellowed in rage and leapt forward. Ghostfires appeared in both his hands, and he swung at Frank. He was taken by surprise by Frank's reflexes, as he dodged it, caught the ghostfire, and actually launched them back at Crewcut. Terrified, Crewcut tried to dodge but it was too late—the ghostfire struck true, engulfing him in its flames instantly.

“Ghost strikes again.” I just smiled. This wasn’t the first time this happened. This wasn’t even nothing compared to previous encounters with other gangs. I glanced at my crew through the visor’s glare. A familiar warmth creeping into my chest. “This isn’t bad,” I whispered and smiled. “Let’s ride,” I said into the comms. “Hell yes!” We rode through the dark of the night with the moonlight as our guide above and the blinding headlights leading our way forward. “Hey, Ghost!” Tyler screamed as he tried to keep up with my speed. “Did you hear? The Crimson Fangs have begun attacking packs one after another. I heard they’re looking for someone named Raven. Any idea why?”

"Fine. But we're going in hot. The Architect has security drones. Fast ones." "I have a hacker," Silas said, looking up at the sky. "Don't I?" As if on cue, a shadow swept over them. A heavy-lift cargo drone, massive and black, descended from the clouds. It hovered above the boat. "Hello, Silas," the Ghost’s voice boomed from a speaker on the drone. "I brought some toys. Look up." The drone lowered a cable. Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor.