The Ghost Of The Uchiha Novels & Stories

She'd been right about Paoli. He was an honest-to-God blood sucking vampire. Not really alive, but not dead. He was undead. There was no telling how many innocent people he'd killed. Well, she wasn’t about to be added to his numbers. She jerked the gaudy silver cross from her pocket and shoved it against his forehead.

Although it was strange it was hilarious so she laughed while pointing it out. "Hey guys, this bitch start talking to herself. Is she playing her role now? What is it again, an evil summoner? Making a deal with the dead?" They laughed again. "Let's not waste time. Drag that liar in some alley." The girl who was initially on the ground said with gritted teeth. One of the girls was about to hold Jia's arms. Bite smiled. "I died quite a long time ago and my soul is stronger than normal ghosts. I have a lot of grievances too so I could do something like this-" He reached out his bloodied hand and it went through the student's stomach who approached Jia.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

“I should’ve billed Bernard extra for emotional damages.” Another pizza roll disappeared. “You know what?” I pointed toward the screen. “I’m taking toilet paper with me next time anyway.” Not because I planned on visiting another porta-potty. Because Ghost had a sense of humor. I could appreciate that. Most hackers tried to disappear. Ghost entertained their self while disappearing. That told me something about them. More than you would think. They wasn’t panicking. They wasn’t reacting. They was planning. That made them dangerous.

Neither of us recognizes the cinnamon scent tainting our mate’s perfectly toasted marshmallow scent, but that’s not unusual. “Huh?” She sits up on her elbow. “What do you mean?” “Who had their hands on you? I’ll kill him.” Ghost snaps and snarls at her. I haven’t Leni startle like that in years. My heart clenches at the sight. Ghost is undeterred. “I want to know who it is. NOW!” “Whoa, bro! What the fuck has gotten into you?” I yank hard and pull him back. “Don’t talk to our mate like that. You don’t get to treat her like that.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

“Every school has its ghosts, especially the old ones. For Wani Academy, the most notorious of all was the Ayakashi, the vengeful spirit of a former student who took her own life by jumping into the drink. Eyewitnesses described a spectral being cloaked in a dark, watery aura, her long brown hair and clothes moving as though suspended, forever sealed in a coffin full of black water. She wore the old Wani Slayer uniform that people said was the same thing she wore when she dove to her death at the bottom of the Arctic sea; another victim of bullying who had sought reprieve by drowning herself. Whenever the ghost attempted to communicate, all one could hear was a hair-raising gurgle, a choking

Then, from the darkness, a figure emerged. The Ghost. He was older, but his presence was as formidable as ever. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Dino, assessing, calculating. “You’ve grown,” the ghost said. His voice was rough, but there was something else there—a trace of regret. Dino didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Why now?” The ghost exhaled. “Because you’re not just fighting a war, Dino. You’re fighting a trap.” Dino’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”