幽霊目線 Novels & Stories

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Ruth addresses the bartender on duty amidst the pulsating atmosphere of the club. "Oh, what kind of situation?" he asks curiously. "A month ago, my friend met someone here, and she needs to find him as soon as possible," Ruth explains. The bartender looks at us as if we're crazy. "A lot of people come to this club, ladies." "Look, we know you keep records of the visitors. We need to search the records for June 2nd, check the CCTV footage, or anything," I plead. The bartender appears confused, but as he looks at me, his expression softens—I must look like a mess.

He was preparing this evil plan. Rafe stared at the scene in disbelief. He also seemed to have trouble untying the chains that bound him. "Well, let the games begin," Aline said again. I saw with my own eyes how a black shadow rushed towards Rafe with tremendous force. The Grimoire emitted a spark of electricity and Aline was thrown backwards. "What is it?" I whispered softly, my eyes glued to the Grimoire, which should not be held recklessly by a werewolf, especially the shadow that had just appeared, the seventh reincarnation of the werewolf.

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.