幽霊目線 Novels & Stories

“I’m looking for a person… A dead person, to be exact! I need you to check whether I’ll be able to successfully find that person!” Not wanting to deal with her any more than he needed to, Ghost simply nodded before starting the reading process. “…Anyway, may I know what your name is?” “It’s Yume Gunter!” replied the girl. “Very well, Miss Gunter… Please place your hands on any two of the nine dragon heads!” ordered Master Ghost as the copper instrument with nine dragon heads rose from the floor. Doing as she was told, the heads soon began spitting out coins. As Ghost took his time carefully reading her prediction, Yume herself walked around the front hall.

The beast that would swoop out of the sky and snatch up the poor, wailing girl in the distance. She heard his wings before she saw him. He seemed to come out of nowhere; he wasn’t there, and then he was, his large wings batting through the air, stirring up a breeze, even in the distance. He flew over the moon, the light of the full sphere illuminating his dark scales as he paused, wings spread, head held high, pointy, sharp tail outstretched. His front claws were menacing as he hung there in the air, and though Nya assumed he was truly studying the small girl at The Point, for a moment, as she stared up at the full, glowing orb behind the monster, she thought his eyes were looking directly b

Akiko edged further from the sentry formation to keep the minions away. Zen could not see anything in the dim dungeon light, but he could hear how the dungeon was full of bats. Sasha was shooting at something, but Zen had no idea what she was aiming at. Squinting at the video, Zen noticed something off with the bats. “Is it me, or are the eyes of those bats glowing?” Too busy fighting, Akiko did not reply. Liu Feng ignored the question. It was nonsense to ask for his opinion. “They are,” Oritha confirmed after a while.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Otaku shuddered under her cold gaze turning to a ball of flesh and gazed at the dominion queen in helplessness. "You gave me the worst death in the history of mankind. In spite of my unlimited skills in tantric spells, you managed to end me but...." He shook his head with a villanous laughter gazing at the queen. "I curse you, you might unite with your love for an inviting peace but it is far lost option in your destiny." There lifted a vivacious titter from his black lips. "You will have an abnormal offspring that would resurrect the disquiet in your lives."

and that was the truth. I was very aware of how people would treat me after Avy died. How could it be different? Even if Daisuke hadn't realized what I had done, someone would. It was obvious. Avyanna befriended the person who could see the death of others with her eyes, so what was the possibility of me not knowing when and how she was going to die?

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Her hand swag towards the glass slitting the wine on the stud looking Veronica. Stop! There was a beeping slience followed by a heavy breathing and heart beat sound. The moon flashed red as Lily held her head, screaming. Her vision twisting showing after-mark- shadows . She could her the stop of the royalty music stop, most people were panicking. Her vision capture the sight of two weeping pink haired ladies, her system and.... Veronica?! Not able to pick what's happening, she blank out. . . . "Ghaaaaaah !" She blink her eyes in surprise nearly missing and attack for a human-zombie-like monster.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.