Novel & Cerita 幽霊目線

When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling again louder. "Help please help!" The woman yelled . I rushed into the basement to see who she was but the basement had no any source of light, it was full of darkness. "Who's here!" I screamed but nobody answered. "Anybody here?!" I screamed again but still nobody replied. The basement was kinda creepy and the absence of light made it creepier. "Alright there is nobody here " i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain.

The room was filled with eerie silence, broken only by Vanessa’s rhythmic chanting. As the chanting continued, Luciana’s expression shifted from confusion to curiosity. She stood still, allowing the mist to wrap around her like a cocoon. The purplish smoke began to dance with vibrant colours, blending and intertwining. The air crackled with a surge of energy, and I could feel a tingling sensation on my skin. It was as if the room itself was alive, pulsating with the power of Vanessa’s incantation. I watched in awe as the mist slowly dissipated, revealing the woman behind Luciana’s face.

It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right. She thought that I had deliberately written Man as Nan, yet she did not know that at that time, my right eye had been blocked by my hair. I miswrote. The paper still had traces of my correction. I suspected something was wrong with my right eye, so I secretly took it off, put it in my bag, and went to have it checked immediately after asking for leave from my teacher. Sure enough, upon opening it, I found a state-of-the-art surveillance device inside, placed there no more than two weeks ago.

Chapter 54: The Ghost in the Glass The silence of the medical bay was deafening. Every beep of the heart monitor felt like a hammer striking a nail into Jade’s soul. She stood before a mirror, watching the subtle, rhythmic pulse of violet light deep within her iris. It was a beautiful poison, a digital cancer that made her feel more alive and more dead than she had ever been.

The European Council was dead, the cartel was ash, and her father was a ghost. But as Laila looked up at the dark, vaulted ceiling of the cavern, she felt a sudden, sharp spike of ice pierce the back of her brain. It wasn't a frequency from the engines, and it wasn't a memory of the ancestors. It was a message from across the eastern ocean a deep, low vibration that carried the scent of cherry blossoms, sulfur, and the unmistakable, suffocating clicking of a billion Soul-Eaters waking up beneath the mountains of Japan.

“Teyze, I’m sorry you had to see this. We’ll take it from here. You don’t need to worry.” “We won’t need the ambulance,” I said with a tired voice. “Great,” Kenan muttered as he adjusted the flash on his camera. “Forensics is going to love this.” While Kenan began snapping pictures, I stood and wiped my damp hands on my coat. That’s when I noticed it, something flickered in my peripheral vision. My breath hitched. I turned my head, scanning the darkness between gravestones. Nothing. But then, in the shadows further away, a pair of two glowing yellow eyes blinked open.

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

Now I had an advantage. “Love, in the end we are all murderers” He purred behind me. Suddenly pain erupted in the back of my skull. As dots flashed in my vision. I gave one last glare towards the henchmen who were still watching from afar. One of them, a male with startling sapphire eyes stiffened taking a few cautious steps forward. He appeared to be talking to the leader above me. Though with my ringing ears all I could see was black spots as they conversed before being engulfed in the claiming blackness. Maybe we should of left before the ball...