Novel & Cerita The Jackal 13 Ghosts Costume

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Swiftly, Jameson sprang into action, delivering decisive blows that vanquished countless ghosts, rescuing Dakota from peril. Dakota trembled as he inquired, "What is happening? I sense nothing but a chilling terror!" Jameson shielded Dakota, wielding his sword with precision to dispatch the ghosts. "Remain composed, my lord," he reassured, "These disturbances are the machinations of lackeys from Scarlet Summit. Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety."

They looked young, vibrant, and terrifyingly real. Marcus Steele and Chen Wei. They were dressed in simple, timeless robes of woven light. Marcus wore the amber of the Wolf, and my father wore the sapphire of the Ghost. They were smiling, but it wasn't the smile of parents greeting their children; it was the smile of engineers seeing their prototype finally work.

“And we’ve got a problem with ghosts in old uniforms.” A beat. “Michelle?” “Maybe,” Jack said. “Or a very good mimic.” Gale exhaled. “Get me proof. And Jack—” “Yeah?” “Don’t die,” she said. “I don’t have time to replace you.” He almost smiled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He looked at Susan, at Pauly, at Bruno, at the crates sweating poison under white lights. At the space where his team used to stand. “Round three,” he said, too quiet for anyone but himself. “Your move.”

Tu Jiaojiao said, "Ghost slaves usually appear in groups. Let's go now. Or, it will be too late later!" "Little girl, it's too late!" With an arrogant laugh, 12 men in black rushed over. They surrounded the people present. These people wore ghost masks on their faces. Their black clothes were embroidered with the symbol of skulls. They held huge ghost head knives in their hands and looked extremely intimidating. They were ghost slaves from the Ghost King Sect. Qin Haodong glanced at these people. Each of the 12 people was at the final stage of the Voiding Realm. Such strength could not be underestimated.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

"Hey." Jack stood speechless for a few moments. He was just heading to hers and here she was, looking as beautiful as ever. She wore a white sundress, her beautiful hair in a bun on top of her head. She wore a clear pinkish lipgloss and a little eyeliner. Simple but gorgeous, just the way Jack liked her. She was like a drop of fresh cool water in the hottest desert. An absolute breath of fresh air and Jack just lost himself staring at the beauty that she was.

Then I stood up after I unplugged the cord from the wall socket and went to get inside the bathroom with my chosen clothes. --- After I slipped inside my outfit for the night, I kind of saw myself having a pretty poor appearance with my shirt. I think it's better to change the inner shirt with something white to blend well with my black jeans. So I went out of the bathroom while taking off my T-shirt, and I noticed in my peripheral vision that the ghost stared at me with wide eyes and followed her gaze where I went as I only had a black sports bra on top. Not a creep, huh?

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

Then one of them opened the door of the fanciest black car, and he got out: Black Jack, the mafia big boss. Charlotte opened her mouth in astonishment seeing how handsome he was. He had a couple of blue navy eyes, brownish fair hair and a magnificent silhouette. He was wearing black rings and silver earrings. That was his disguise for the masquerade: A mafia boss. Claude would laugh at the audacity! Well, he can't complain. He disguised himself as a silver armour knight. Charlotte kept looking at Jack till a horrible thing happened. He looked at her back. And he smirked at her.