Starscream Ghost Novels & Stories

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

“Gregor, they will think you’re crazy if you say it. I mean, seriously think about it. WE are the ones created from star dust. The ones to seed a planet from another, and it took thousands of years for that to happen. Every time we kiss, the sky lights up with a show delivered by the heavens itself. The fact it is also my birthday is just another random fact to throw in there. It is a truly crazy story, and no one would believe you if you said it.” “I am crazy, though.” He said. “At least the entire world got a show on your birthday.” “And so did I.,” she replied. “A pretty good one at that. A nice birthday present from things which at least remembered what today was.” “Oh, you think?” he as

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

Ghost let out a low growl. Ghost immediately went on high alert. Luna's unique senses were never wrong. "Stay close to me, princess. Where are your friends?" "Inside getting water," she said, unconsciously creating a protective shield around herself – a habit her parents had strongly encouraged. The stranger was watching Luna too intently, his glamour spell flickering slightly to reveal scarred hands and ritualistic tattoos. Ghost recognized the marks – supernatural trafficking ring, the same ones who'd tried to buy information about the Iron Fangs' heirs.

"I'm the one who stayed awake while you slept in a bottle." --- ## Chapter 57: The Paradox of the Twin Souls The First Shadow scrambled back, his brass limbs clattering against the asphalt. He looked at the Ghost-Elara with a mixture of religious awe and primal terror. "The Prime Template... the Nursery has birthed its own protector. You! Original! Help me complete the Restore! Together, we can wipe the 'Stitched' filth from the map!" The Ghost-Elara didn't even look at him. She merely flicked her wrist, and a wave of **Static Energy**—white, buzzing, and utterly neutral—slammed into the First Shadow.

I tried to calm her down. "I think it was villain X, Autumn. I think it was him. It has to be him!" She gave me a firm nod and licked her lips nervously. "Nah, I still think it was Casper. Who is Villain X anyway? The one from the X-files? Aliens are not real though ghosts pretty much are. I saw one when I was a kid, it did not look as cute as Casper but it was a ghost. I am sure of it. They can not get past a salt line you know, so I guess we should have salt in hand just in case the vengeful spirit is—"

When the voice came again, I looked up at last and glared angrily at the insolent apparition before me, and I roared with all my might. This time, I finally heard my own voice. "I'm Isrina! Daughter of the moon god!" When the ghosts heard my roar, they sang, and made a shrill, frightened sound, like some strange hissing. There was a mixture of fear and alarm. "I, daughter of the moon god and descendant of the witches of the wolf clan, order you to return to the abyss! Go back!" Suddenly all the ghosts retreated, as if fleeing for their lives. The white flame ceased to burn, and I watched as my naked feet stepped on a cloud of ashes. A light breeze blew, and the ashes at the foot immediately