Starscream Ghost Novels & Stories

It intones into my ears, “Come to me... Son, I won't hurt you,”. The voice of an old lady, feeble and faint, trembling with echoes and whispers, sends shivers down my spine as I perceive a strong smell of burning wire. She's here with me, I can hear her, but I can't see her because of the absolute darkness. “Who are you?” I ask. “I'm someone who has a message for you...” “What message?”

His thigh brushed mine every time the car turned, sending unwanted sparks through my body. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. I expected the ruthless billionaire to be on his phone, reviewing multi-million-dollar deals or plotting his next corporate conquest. Instead, a slow, satisfied smile played on his handsome face as he casually scrolled through TikTok. He was literally watching a video of a cat falling off a table, complete with a ridiculous sound effect. The absurdity of it, this cold, terrifying man known as the Ghost of Wall Street laughing quietly at memes, burned hot in my chest.

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—"

The Divine Fetter Talisman that still had one usage left actually started burning, eventually getting destroyed. “He isn’t Herschel Lancaster. He’s a ghost that possessed Herschel,” Luna exclaimed. Boom! Alex struck the ghost directly with his Thunder Palm Mantra. The ghost instantly howled in pain. Boom! Boom! Boom! Seeing that his Thunder Palm Mantra was effective, Alex struck the ghost with it repeatedly. In the end, he even summoned Maiko Chiba to devour the ghost. Meanwhile, Alex finally couldn’t take it anymore and he slumped to the ground.

I have never seen him throw a fit of rage like this before. “Draymond…” The words hooked in Jimin’s mouth. “Ghost! That is not Elder Xhang. It’s Ghost. He has been possessed. Ghost is working through him and is trying to cause confusion amongst all of us. Hold him down.” “What are you saying?” Elder Igor stared at Jimin as if he was mad. “You see Xhang in his wolf form and you say he is Ghost? Does that resemble a Lycan to you?” “You don’t understand,” Jimin cried. “He has been possessed by the spirit of Ghost. Ghost has help from Calisté and she must have given him a spell to possess Elder Xhang’s body.”

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.