The Jackal 13 Ghosts Costume Novels & Stories

For a split second, the robes remained suspended in air and everything became so silent which was weird considering where Jake was and then without warning, the robes charged at him. Jake raised a hand over his head to protect himself and felt a cold wave pass through him. The robes were gone, leaving only the skeleton. Just when he thought he had more than enough mayhem for one night, something else began to stir, making him to turn to the stall. Jake might as well as have wished he could just hit himself and wake up from this terrible nightmare when he watched the big jack-o'-lantern come to life! Its wide mouth was frothing with what looked like a dark red substance as it turned towards h

I slept before the coronation, waking just before midnight; the hour wolves preferred for their ceremonies. ​I showered, the hot water washing away the scent of the human boy, and stepped into the emerald dress. The silk felt like liquid ice against my skin. The slit ran high up my thigh, and the back dipped low enough to show the scar on my shoulder—the mark of the night I chose to be a ghost. ​I looked at my reflection. Blood-red lipstick. Sleek hair. ​"Time to go to a funeral," I muttered to the mirror. "Specifically, the funeral of the girl you think I am."

“I was not.” “Then how did you go that far,” Kendrick asked. Jack hesitated. “I saw something.” Kendrick’s eyes sharpened. “What did you see?” “A guard,” Jack said slowly. “At least, I thought he was a guard.” Gilly froze. Her hand stopped midair. Kendrick asked, “Why did he stand out?” Jack swallowed. “His stance. His scent. It was wrong.” Kendrick leaned forward. “Explain.” “He wore our colors,” Jack said. “But he did not move like us. He avoided eye contact. He stayed close to the edges.”

"I wanted to know. I didn't want anyone to know me. The boy thought about it. "Okay," he nodded. So do we have a deal? "He stretched out his hand. I smiled, shaking my hand with his. "We have a deal," confirm. My name is Jade, by the way. "I took my hand off. "Much pleasure, Jade. Today we will have more work than usual because there will be a mask party, so there is a lot to do, the costumes of the waitresses are behind, then I show them to you. I nodded. "My name is Jack," he added. And welcome to Wolf's Night Club.

They stood on both sides of the Hall separated by blue flames, the fires of which were lit from the burning of the sins of men who were sent to hell. The Hall door swung wide open as if to welcome me and Jack. The moment we stepped inside, our appearance suddenly changed to our demon form. I wear a black Alpha robe with a blood red crest, while Jack wears his fire cloak. My golden hair swayed back in the wind as the door opened, while Jack, whose long hair had been tied up in a headband, seemed fine with that. Jack's sharp black eyes glanced and watched me intently. "You still have those golden eyes, Gē Gē." said Jack while looking into my eyes, while I was just silent and agreed with hi

Cosplay Theme: The Dark Swordsman. "You look cool," Harper laughed. She was dressed as a Cyber-Valkyrie (silver armor, neon wings). It hid her real weapons perfectly. "Blend in, Sebastian. Everyone here is wearing a costume. If we dress like normal civilians, the facial recognition will flag us instantly. The algorithms ignore 'fictional characters'." Jack walked behind them. He refused to wear a costume. Instead, he was carrying a massive, life-sized plushie of a Pikachu-like creature. "It shields my heat signature," Jack grumbled, hugging the yellow monstrosity. "Don't ask."

I loved being part of the plan making. We both got dressed in our costumes. Lucas wore a white long sleeve shirt with brown trousers and suspenders, looking just like Jack. I had on the iconic purple and white dress with pink sash around my ribs that she wore the night the ship sank. Since it's cold in New York for Halloween I had on the coat that Jack gave Rose part way through the night. "Are you ready Rose?" He asked, holding his arm out for me to take. "Ready, Jack." I grabbed it, getting into character with him.

"The Devourer consumes everything. Even the souls of the True Alphas who fell fighting it across the cosmos. It kept them. Enslaved them. Turned them into its immune system." Five massive, spectral wolves encircled the stasis field, baring fangs that dripped with ectoplasmic venom. “Look at him,” the largest of the Ghost Alphas sneered, pacing toward Jack. “A Beta. A weak, crippled thing masquerading as a king. You came all this way to reclaim your crown, boy? You aren’t worthy of the blood.” "I don't need a lecture from a dead dog who let himself become a cosmic tapeworm," Jack said coldly.

“That’ll fry the servers.” “That’s the idea.” Edgar hesitated. “You didn’t get this from me.” Jack nodded. “You’re a ghost.” Once alone, he pulled on a stolen lab coat, swiped his badge against the fire exit door. *Red light.* He pulled a gelatin thumb from his pocket—a perfect mold from Vesper’s severed ID band, heat-set earlier that day. Pressed it to the pad. *Green light.* He stepped into the corridor. Sterile. Cold. A hum under the tiles like restrained panic.

I am Ghost. “I need to leave right now” I said firmly with authority in my voice. “ And you’d better stay off my path!” I turned to leave but was confronted by the presence of some stranger on horses, dressed all in white robes and red mufflers across their necks. “Step back!” Jax pulled me with his left hand and stepped forward instead. This must be the reason he wanted me to remain in his pack—he wanted to offer me protection. “Who do you seek?! Speak at once!” Jax's voice struck with authority, enough to make the strangers shudder.