The Jackal 13 Ghosts Costume Novels & Stories

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.

I felt hatred for Kilian rise inside me like poison choking my lungs, until I clenched my fist so hard my nails pierced my flesh. When we reached the grand staircase, we came across a tall male with neatly cut hair and a dark green jacket. “Tristan,” the male said, and I saw that behind him was a she-wolf wearing a collar like mine. Involuntarily, my hand went to my own collar. Hers read “Jack” in silver letters. She was shorter than me, with long brown hair that fell to her waist. She wore a white dress that reached past her knees, her gaze so fixed on the ground I couldn’t even tell the color of her eyes.

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

Jack, Herne, and Warren didn't move a muscle, when faced with the spectral image of the woman. Traditional buckskin adorned the slender body. She raised her hands above her head, "Well are you going to help? You are members of the Scald Crow aren't you?" Jack and Herne took a step back from the phantom, and pushed Warren forward, "You go, whelp."

This year's dance theme gave me the opportunity to cosplay a character from an anime that I have been dying to cosplay; GGK from Carole and Tuesday hence, I was very grateful. I am dressed in a jumpsuit consisting of patterns of the milky way in purple, sparkling stars swirling around, imprinted on it. I weaved my wooly hair into sections, like pigtails and wore my wake up like a shaman; a purple mole on my forehead like it was the key to accessing the next universe like GGK would always say. Mustafa wore something similar as well; only that his costume was a mix of denim and galactic fashion. Hopefully, our performance today would have people zoning out of this world and onto another realm.

"You stay here with them. When they wake up, they won't care about the paperwork. They will drag you to a warehouse and hurt you just to send a message to your father wherever he is." I looked at the thug with the broken wrist. He was starting to move. "Or," Declan said, "you get in my car. You work for me, and you pay off the debt." "What kind of work?" I asked. My voice trembled. Declan looked me up and down. "You have no scent," he said. "For a wolf, that makes you a ghost. I have a use for a ghost." A siren wailed in the distance. It was getting closer.

“What are you doing?” She growled. “Release me now or I will make sure I kill every one of you!” The Ghost Rider paused. “But you gave all of your powers away.” He replied and then the others streamed forward, circling around her and taking off their hats. Rather than looking as dead and skeletal as their horses, they were all flesh and bones, all with straight black hair that fell into their eyes and a rigid severe look about their face. She was surrounded.

A few minutes later, they were taken into the hall of the underworld. The King of the Dead was sitting in the middle of the hall, wearing a black, gold robe and exuded an intimidating aura. "How did you arrive in the Ghost World?" King of the Dead looked at Jack and asked coldly. Jack and the others were stunned. They were too scared to speak. Suddenly, a figure standing next to the King of the Dead faintly shook in shock. It was Chester! Chester frowned as he looked at Jack and his accomplices. ‘What was going on with the Raksasa Tribe? Did they decide to check it out when they stumbled upon the entrance to the Ghost World?’

She's not that valuable, but it's a family heirloom and it would be a shame if she's gone. Like the day before, Harriet roused her at some point and they took the bus to the zoo. Sophie got a parrot costume, Grace was made into a lizard, and finally it was Jill's turn. The costume designer handed her a tiny bikini trimmed with pieces of tiger skin. "I knew I'd get the tightest thing again," Jill sighed as she changed without giving much thought to the meaning of the fur. "Jill, that's tiger skin," Mandy said at the same moment, horrified.

Declan stopped and stared. His mouth may even have hung open as he looked at the woman walking towards him. She was Jessica Rabbit personified complete with a siren red wig covering her blonde tresses. The red sparkly dress hugged her figure, the strapless bodice leaving her tanned shoulders bare and the long slit showing a tempting amount of bare thigh. Purple gloves covered her arms and she wore sky-high red stilettos. Declan swallowed and pulled at his bow tie. When the invitation said to dress as a fictional character, Jessica Rabbit was not what he expected. His own James Bond tuxedo paled in comparison next to her.