Star Wars Ghost Crew Novels & Stories

He looked at the monitors. The screens were a mess of static and flatlines. Outside, the humming of the drone swarm had died. No explosions. No gunfire. Just a heavy, unnatural silence that swallowed the tent. The Ghost Pack had done their work. Fifty elite soldiers and two dozen tactical drones had been neutralized in under three minutes without a single alarm being tripped.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

“Mm.” A look of remorse surfaced briefly in Jay’s eyes. He finally believed Rose’s words. There was something in Tourmaline Estate that hurt Jenson. Jenson’s autism was not congenital. After breakfast, Jay gave a call to Grayson. He arranged for ‘Ghost’ to enter Tourmaline Estate. Grayson hung up the call, his face morose. Ghost was the trump card team of bodyguards working under the president. Ghost was a team of four. However, they were very capable nonetheless. Their identities were kept secret and they had never shown their faces to anyone before.

Her thoughts went to Celie and she wondered where her cousin was. The actor playing the Ember Ghost growled at the crew who ran in every direction before standing against the ship’s railings while looking at the dark specter. Then, the Ember Ghost went to each of the crew, pretending to hypnotize them using his hand and then sucking their blood until they fell limply to the deck. Afterwards, the Ember Ghost stood on a platform and rose his hands to the air while looking at the crowd. “I’m coming to get you!” he shouted, followed by rousing music that crescendoed as red lights flashed on the ship.

"You'll be fine. You're too mean to die." Lucky shook his head once, grimacing in pain at the movement. "Get…this…son of…a bitch," he ground out. "Kill him." Grey knew exactly who he meant. Fantasma. Ghost. Everyone in the intelligence community knew of him, but identifying him was another thing. Probably the main reason they called him Ghost. He was invisible, leaving no trace and evaporating into the night. But JSOC had gotten a lead on who it might be, information they shared with no one except Grey's SOG team. The more the information was shared, the greater the chance for disaster.

Del-Rey Delgado, the Coyote Ghost, was alpha leader of the team of twenty-eight mercenary soldiers he had gathered around him from various parts of the Council’s ranks. Coyote Breeds that he had rescued, men he had trained himself—hardened, cold-eyed soldiers that the underground world knew only as Team Zero, the mercenary force willing to take on the most suicidal of missions. They had rescued heiresses, assassinated despots and posed as security for some of the greatest leaders in the world. Men who never knew they were dealing with a shadowy force that had been created rather than born.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

"B-but, I don't understand..." "Well, aside from being our welcoming host, they also serve the purpose as the patrol team. Meaning to say, they patrol the safety of exiled gods whenever the gods are welcome back to Fantasy Realm." "Bodyguards?" Hue pondered for a while. Then, he answered, "Hmm, if that's the terms that you understand...then, yeah, they are the bodyguards." He beamed after that. Suddenly, Jennet screamed when one Grim Reaper appeared by the window. She jumped onto her husband's lap and hugged his neck, oblivious that she was strangling him.

He went about the whole thing the wrong way, and it would take a while for us to be able to trust him. We had a day to go before we all set out for the luna eclipse pack. We had agreed that the spirit wolf pack would be the best place to face Glover. He was a spirit wolf problem that spilt over to our world. They had stronger wolves there. Sam, Sylvester, Christian and I wouldn't be doing the heavy lifting there. They had been informed, and they were waiting for us.