Trevor Henderson Chicken Ghost Novels & Stories

Trevor grunted as blood gushed out of the injury and splattered on his face. A vein ticked in his jaw as a weird sensation bubbled inside him. His nostrils flared as the scent of the fresh crimson liquid wafted inside them. Trevor squinted whilst gazing around. He noticed a fight had broken out, and everyone was trying to take cover. He was the only one still on the spot he was in. Cade was shoved into him, and Trevor's eyes widened as a weird hunger surged through him. It was as if he hadn't eaten a meal since yesterday as his stomach grumbled. He was aware he had a huge appetite, and getting hungry frequently wasn't weird to him. But, what was strange was the scent of the blood of Cade tha

replied Master Ghost after thinking about it for a bit. “Indeed. Either way, eat up. The chicken’s untouched, if you’re worried about that,” said Gerald with a nod as he placed the chicken before Master Ghost. “Glad to hear. You know, I was just about to head out to get some food earlier, but it seems you returned in the nick of time,” replied Master Ghost as he took a good whiff of the chicken before tearing off a drumstick and stuffing it into his mouth. “I suppose. Speaking of which, I’m heading out to the hotel tonight to have a look around. With any luck, I’ll find the Crawford cultivator and quickly get rid of him,” said Gerald as he sat before Master Ghost.