The Ghost Of The Uchiha Novels & Stories

I reply, my voice remarkably level despite the panic screaming inside my head. “A pity,” the Ghost whispers, tilting his head slightly beneath the hood. “A well-fed vessel always puts up a better fight. Lotus was weak because he stopped aging before his body developed, so I would not have enjoyed fighting him. The werewolf you broke in one strike though was a bit surprising because I have heard news of how powerful he is.” It is still surprising to me too, but thinking too much about it won’t solve anything because what’s done is done and I survived which is the most important part of participating in the Dance of the Dead.

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

He moved with a speed that was impossible for a human, his movements jerky and wrong, like a puppet being pulled by invisible, rotting strings. The Blade of the Unwritten weighed heavy in my hand. The ten thousand ghosts trapped within the smoke of the sword were screaming. They didn't want to fight him. They recognized the pain in his soul because it was just like theirs. But the Elders were laughing. Their three-headed horror stood at the back of the room, their six eyes glowing with a sickly light as they watched us tear each other apart.

She couldn't do anything to resist. I made sure to look at her in the eye and remember who does it belong to. "These eyes will remember you, and you will remember it too. Imprint these eyes into your mind and never forget this. I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you, Kagome. I'm not even trembling to see you standing before me no matter how many times you eat a soul or change your appearance or your aura. Because you are just a mere ghost of vengeance spirit who can't accept her fate and mistakes."

’ The shadow eater swooped at us, almost touching the ninjas above us. Hikari’s grip tightened over me. It was scary, scary to know that I would be alive somewhere but not living or dying. Death seemed a better option than being stuck in between life and death. I cautiously lifted my eyes and the green ghost was peering right into my eyes from the gap that was left between the ninjas who shielded us from above. “Shit! SCATTER!” I yelled and the dome formation of the ninjas broke. Shadow water touched four of the ninjas and all of them succumbed to darkness, leaving behind no trace at all.

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

That presence’s obsession was so severe that even Crown Prince Aidan and Crown Prince Malikul shuddered. “Hisoka!” Black popped her mouth, and her eyes widened. “Hisoka? Brother Hisoka? One of the most powerful Potential Lab Rat before Hyena?” Another added in panic. “But how…” “Yeah, how?” “Shadow had reported his demise.” “He should be dead.” “Is he a ghost?” “Pfft.” The voice at the ceiling scoffed at them. The hall became a dessert for the second time as no one dared to open their mouths. Even Aidan and Malikul bowed their heads.

He took a sip of the burning liquor, his gaze never leaving mine. "One of Ghost’s men," Ares said, leaning forward in his chair. "He killed the Russians, hunting her, and like a fool, she trusted him and got into his van." I froze for a split second, the towel hanging from my hand. Ghost. The name was an old legend. He was a well-respected man. The godfather of the mafia. No one has ever seen him and if they did, they didn't live to tell the tale. He seemed to be more myth than man.

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.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”