Starscream Ghost Novels & Stories

left behind by seventy years of corporate and cosmic warfare. The Ghost of the Morningstar The crisis began in the Vance-Vanderwall Industrial Graveyard in the North Sea—the site of the old Sterling Rebirth platforms. A "Ghost Signature" had appeared, a frequency that matched the original 1956 Morningstar but possessed a biological intelligence that shouldn't exist.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

“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?

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

"You're scum, Grayson. A cold, heartless bastard. My sister gave you everything, and you gave her nothing. You and that woman will get what's coming to you. Mark my words." When Liam finally exhausted himself, he let Grayson fall to the floor and stormed out, leaving him crumpled and sobbing like a broken man. Later, Liam oversaw my cremation himself. Grayson, hollow-eyed and silent, trailed behind, watching as the flames consumed what remained of me. When it was over, he tried to take my ashes, but Liam stood in his way.

“And this is Suea. Yes. He is a weretiger, but he is no threat. He is an ally.” “How can we trust you?” Ghost steps towards Saint. “You abandoned us for months. You let Bronx block you like a fucking weak wolf and we were all treated like shit.” “Saint, what the Hell is wrong with Ghost?” I whisper while we listen to our best friend chew us out. “No idea, but I’m about to put an end to it.” He says in an unnervingly calm tone. “What do you mean put an en-” Without warning, Saint leaps forward and tackles Ghost, grabbing him by the neck and bringing him down to the ground. He leans his larger body heavy on Ghost who struggles to break free. Saint’s growl rumbles the ground, and he clamps down

Raven said. It walked out of that portal and it raised its scythe, and like a magnet, it absorbed the ghost. The ghost fights hard so that it will not absorb by the invisible force. A grim reaper moved its scythe again and dropped its tip to the floor and it made a strange sound. The ghost did nothing, so the scythe completely sucked it and the grim reaper waved its hand, and the portal gradually close. “I hate this feeling ... it’s so scary..” Damon said.

"Ghost Shadow Curse. This is the mystical technique of the Brennan Secret Sect. Its power is unimaginable. You're dead!" The ghostly face roared and clawed its way toward Chase in attack. There was a chilling wind. The entire area was like hell on earth. It was frightening. The ghostly face kept floating around at lightning speed. It was difficult to catch it. "Not bad. Unfortunately, it's far weaker than I am." Chase burst out with a laugh and waved his right hand. Red flames appeared. They burned furiously as if wanting to incinerate everything in sight. The dark mist vanished because of the flames.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

That beautiful voice, distorted by pain and surprise. Mom. My eyes go wide as it all comes back; the pain, the sorrow, the hurt. The tears begin to flow as the ghost hurries to its destination. I can remember every detail now; the way those creatures had searched him... when his eyes turned a frightening red... He finally reached me, barely more than a breath of air, charging towards my chest. However, the ghost bounced back, my body suddenly surrounded by a strange glow. What is it? It's green and shiny, like the emerald on my ring, almost like one of those auras I've heard about in fantasy books.