The Ghost Of The Uchiha Novels & Stories

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Lucas smiled faintly. "What's up with me?" The Rank 7 Evolved One looked at Lucas with a critical gaze. Earlier he was only paying full attention on bring the refugees here and did not pay any attention to Lucas. "Someone from our Ghost Shadows was killed. Do you have any idea who did it?" The Rank 7 Evolved One stared at Lucas and asked. "Yea." Lucas nodded. His comment made not only the Rank 7 Evolved One glanced at Lucas, but the Genetic Fighters behind him as well.

Elder Xhang died on the spot. “That would teach you a lesson Ghost,” Aurum roared at the dead body. “You cannot kill me twice.” “Who said?” Elder Igor roared in Ghost’s voice. “I can kill you as many times as I want to. I would kill you as many times as possible. You are nothing but a loser.” Aurum spun around to the sound of the voice. It sounded exactly like Ghost’s just the same way Elder Xhang’s voice sounded like Ghost’s some minutes ago.

This feels lighter, automatic—like stepping where the ground has already been mapped. They call me Ghost. It simplifies things. Ghosts don’t leave witnesses. Or questions. Or pieces of themselves behind. Conversation thins as I pass. People shift their feet. I registered the looks without meeting them. Curiosity from the younger ones. Calculation from the handlers. And something closer to superstition from everyone else. I am twenty-two years old. I’ve been killing since I was fourteen. The numbers don’t settle into pride or shame. They sit like inventory. A medic steps aside as I pass. His eyes drop to the insignia stitched inside my collar—black thread on gray. Ghost-class comes without ra

He was honestly trying to give her a feedback that she talks too much. "You... mere mortal, very well. Take this! Neko Clan Hidden Demonic Ninjustu: Ghost Steps Twin Shadow Fang!" The young woman announced loudly. ——————

Ivan hesitated, clearly terrified to speak the name. “She’s made contact with him. The Ghost.” The temperature in the room dropped instantly. I looked between them, confused. “Who is the Ghost?” Nikolai’s face had gone deathly white. He slowly sat down, rubbing his face with both hands. “The Ghost,” he said quietly, “is a legend. A shadow. No one knows his real name. He doesn’t run a family — he destroys them. He’s the one who orchestrates silent coups. The one who makes entire bloodlines disappear overnight. Even my father was afraid of him.”

Alex grumbled and I hummed, "I'll appear before my father when the time is right." "What about Ginevra, how would she know?" He asked. "You don't worry your head about that one. She'll definitely find me." She was, after all, the smartest woman I had ever known. The Ghost will be dead by the break of dawn. The Ghost—Ricardo Sanchez will undergo a rebirth by the break of dawn. But even in my confidence, my heart still shuddered with questions. Would I truly be dead by the break of dawn, or would the universe be kind enough to grant me an opportunity at yet another life?

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

I state as I let go of Ghost, pushing him into the table he had set up with his drugs. The drugs go everywhere as I Ghost gasps for breath. Fucking asshole. I’d kill him right now, but that's not part of the mission. Part of me hopes he fucks up again so I can kill him. I know if he fucks up again and tries anything like he did tonight, I will get to keep my promise of hand delivering his soul to Death on a silver platter. Ari comes to my side and links her arm with mine. Shadows swarm around us and teleport us right to the cabin. Ari looks at me. “What did Ghost mean by you really being the son of Death?” She asks quietly as she tries to step away from me.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.