Starscream Ghost Novels & Stories

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

"If you take one step closer to my sister, I'm going to smash your kneecaps." The mercenary actually paused, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his scarred face. Sterling blood, he thought. "Go to sleep, kid," the Ghost rasped, raising his hand to deploy the sedative dart. He lunged forward. BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! A deafening, ear-shattering alarm suddenly exploded, not from the school's speakers, but directly from Liam's tablet.

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.

The version of Sarah in the flight suit had manifested a shimmering, obsidian blade, and she was lunging at Kazimir with a robotic, Non-Linear-Motion. "Stay back from the monolith!" Kazimir roared, parrying the ghost’s strike. Each time his Glitch-Blade met the ghost’s weapon, a shower of purple sparks erupted, and a scream echoed through the minds of everyone present. "I can't hold the tether much longer!" Jun screamed. He was kneeling at Elara’s feet, his hands glowing with a blinding white light as he strained to maintain the Neural-Loom. "The ghosts are trying to eat the connection! They want to follow her in!"

I looked at Lucian, the toddler was standing in the center of the falling light, his small hands outstretched, unlike everyone else, he wasn't losing his glow, the Starlight flakes seemed to dance around him, afraid to touch his skin. ‘They are the ghosts of dead suns, Mother,’ Lucian’s voice vibrated in my mind, a hauntingly mature resonance, ‘The Star-Eater has eaten a thousand kingdoms to make this storm, it wants us to go to sleep so it can swallow the core.’ "I won't let it," I said, my voice dropping into the resonant, unyielding tone of the Platinum Anchor.

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.

Ghost has already put a price on his head, and he knows that the underworld won’t sleep until he is caught. His boss also said that Ghost has already marked his location, so will he even be able to leave this place alive? What was he supposed to do? Die together with Damian? “Marcus, what are you thinking about? Can you say something?” “Mark, have you ever heard of someone called Ghost?” “Ghost?” Mark frowned after hearing the name. He searched through his mind before he nodded, “Yes, isn’t he the legendary underworld boss who turned the whole underworld upside down? I also heard that no one has really seen him, and he always wears a scary mask whenever he is going to meet people.”

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“You need to see this. Now.” I turn back to the main display as video feeds from Alaska fill the wall. The collapsed facility site is no longer quiet. Rubble shifts. Ice cracks. The ground pulses with unnatural light. Theo stands in the wreckage. Fully formed now. Scarred but whole. Silver eyes burning with cold intent. And he is not alone. Scottie stands beside him. Alive. Regenerating. The sight hits me harder than any blade ever could. Between them, held carefully as if it is sacred, floats something impossible.