The Ghost Of The Uchiha Novels & Stories

"How is it possible that you can drink? Thought you said you're a ghost?" He scoffs at her. "Thought I said...," he pauses and takes a peek at his body before turning back to her. "Isn't that my body laying lifeless down there?" "Hmm, how is it possible then that you can drink?" "Because my mum is from the ghost clan while I'm from the clan of the ghost of terror. So even in my ghost form, I can do anything I want. Although I don't feel comfortable with being a ghost and there are certain limitations."

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

"It's my honor to meet you, two gods, in such a small temple." The black shadow smiled faintly. Then, he slowly turned around, revealing a slender and strange body. Like a wolf or a fox, it was 1.6 meters high and had no waist. It was as if a fox's head had suddenly grown on its waist, or the fox below and the wolf above it had become one. "Blood Ghost?" "Damn it. Blood Ghost has always only appeared in the Emperor Space. Why did he come to the hall today?"

Lena’s smile faded. Her voice dropped. “About the man who already found you.” A chill ran down Alina’s spine. “What man?” Lena’s answer came quietly. “The one even the council fears.” Arun’s eyes narrowed. Only one name fit that description. But he didn’t say it. Alina whispered— “Who?” Lena looked directly at Arun. Then said the name softly— “He’s called The Ghost.” Silence swallowed the bridge. Alina felt the tension instantly. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

Her gaze sharpened and she muttered: “So… the Ghost walks into my den. Bold. Reckless. Or desperate?” She grinned like a cheshire cat, “Let’s find out what you're up to, Lucan.”

"You filthy lowlife! You will tremble in the face of death and face your demise as you deserve to." Cyrus opened his mouth all of a sudden, spitting out a dagger. The dagger was completely black in color. It was covered densely in runes, emitting a terrifying aura as soon as Cyrus held it. "Be careful, sir! That's a Ghost Sword, it has the power to decay anything," Yumi shouted. There were too many ninjas in the room, and many of her men were already injured. Yumi had no choice but to join the battle, two swords appearing in her hands as she slashed her way into the battlefield.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

The funeral for Ghost feels slow. I stand over his tombstone and build up the guilt inside. Ghost was supposed to take my lead to destroy the secret bases of the Order, but the mole sent by them betrayed him. I let the rain pour down on me as I stare at his name and the titles he's been given: a comrade, a friend, a brother, a Dagger. His grave is in a private field owned by Odin for those who have fallen. I closed my eyes and wished to return to time and save him and Poppy.

she instructed. And he was set free, and pushed out of the chair with a foot to the back. He fell on his face looking up at the face of a real ghost. Sachi was looking down at him. Sachi who he had killed along with the rest was over his head looking down at him blankly. Okay he was not getting out of this. “Why so scared Fujiwara?” she taunted. He was silent. “Do you have any questions?” she grinned looking into his eyes.

I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer. “I don’t know who he is,” Channing says as he gently places the human male on the ground. His skin is pale. So pale it’s like…it’s like he’s had his blood drained. He’s clearly dead. “but, I’m pretty sure I know what killed him.” Channing kneels beside the deceased and turns his head to one side, pointing to the man’s neck. I take a step closer even though I already know what I’m going to see. Two puncture wounds on the man’s neck. As if left by fangs. Chapter 9 coming soon.