Novel & Cerita Tophat Ghost

"Look what crawled out of the drain." Three men stepped into the light. They wore oversized hoodies and tactical vests scavenged from the raid. In the center stood Ghost. He was thinner than I remembered. A jagged scar ran from his ear to his jaw—a gift from the last turf war I’d led before I disappeared. "Ghost," I said. I didn't lower the pipe. "Don't 'Ghost' me, you golden-eyed prick." He spat a glob of phlegm onto the concrete. He raised a heavy-duty revolver. "Except your eyes aren't gold anymore, are they? You look... ordinary. Like the rest of us rats."

the paladin bow down and his liege faced them Lina remembered the cosplay of ghosts every Halloween. A white floating sheet –she doesn’t even know if the kid used a bedsheet or their own blanket but it somehow looks like what’s in front of her “A floating skull” Lich looks like the ghost in Halloween –more like the grim reaper With chains and an old book spell in his both hands, black hairdressing in his bone head and a white old and tattered robe for his top… Lich is ready for some trick or treat

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

the voice barked. Dismissing the warnings of the voice, I reduced my height till my eyes were at the level of the keyhole and from there I peeped in to see Aunt Uka naked, her hair scattered like a thatched house. She was riding a man that mocks the size of Uncle Philip. This young man enjoying the ride had both hands under his head and eyes closed.

Before them was an army of bloodstones all in red gleaming armours made from red diamond, and in the lead was Vivian, Janice, Hannah, and Dena. Vivian saw Chadwick standing twelve feet tall behind this ghost army with a host of others a few feet taller than him. They looked like men, but from here, she could see they had no eyes, no soul, no spirits. Surely, these were the Red Haux, and they made a perfect match for beings made from stones, she thought. Now, to make the first order. She just hoped Susan made it in time for mother was watching. No, mother couldn’t make it to this party. The throne required that she stayed on it. She leaving was definitely the last resort. But there was Susan,

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

His words began to slur, spilling out in a messy, confused rush. “There… there was a man. In Halton. Right after we moved to the glass house.” He took another gulp, the whiskey burning a path down his throat. “He was called… the Ghost. He wanted to kill us. Zhedya… he took care of it. He killed him, right in front of me. I didn’t want him to though but he was behind my memory loss then so…” Miller’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on his neck. “The Ghost? Do you know his real name?”

" I looked at the helmet under Mason's foot. A crack had already appeared across the visor. It was the helmet my father had once worn. Slowly, I loosened my fists, bent down, and reached for it. Mason pressed harder, pinning it in place. "Beg me." He smiled arrogantly, as if looking at a beaten dog. "Kneel and beg, and I'll give this piece of junk back to you." I lifted my eyes and looked at his smug face. "Mason Vale, you'd better pray that tomorrow, your taillights stay on in front of me." I yanked hard and pulled the helmet out from under his foot. Mason's foot slipped. He stumbled and nearly fell.