Hornet X Ghost Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

​The guest wing was no longer a sanctuary of silence; it was a kill zone, a narrow marble corridor transformed into a theater of visceral retribution. The air was thick and heavy, saturated with the acrid, metallic tang of spent gunpowder and the sharp ozone of the flickering red alarm lights that pulsed like a dying sun. Silas had vanished into the shadows of the corridor with the cowardice of a man who only knows how to lead from behind a wall of human shields, leaving his high-priced mercenaries to do the bleeding and the dying for him. But those men didn't realize they weren't just fighting a vengeful girl and a confused amnesiac—they were fighting the Beast and the Huntress, two souls f

“Then we fight back.” --- Serena leaned against the cold hospital wall, her mind racing. Harris joined her moments later, exhaustion and determination written across his face. “We’ve never seen anything like this,” he said quietly. “Ghost’s planning runs deep. Whoever he is, he’s a ghost for a reason.” Serena shook her head, eyes haunted. “He’s more than a ghost. He’s a storm, and we’re caught in the middle.” Harris looked at her intently. “And you? How are you holding up?”

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Outside, the night was a void, the manicured trees casting skeletal shadows across the lawn. “What the hell is that?” he whispered. I saw it. A matte-black shape, no larger than a dinner plate, hovering three feet from the glass. A Syndicate stealth drone—a 'Thorn' model. It didn't have cameras; it had a sensor array that looked like a cluster of fly’s eyes, all of them pointed directly at my bed. It was looking for the signal. It was looking for the silver fire in my blood that the crushed bug had stopped reporting. “Security!” Marcus barked into his wrist-comm.

Ghost’s hand appeared on my arm. “Ghost. Not right now,” I scowled. “Move your hand.” He let me go and I walked through where the garage door used to be. Fortunately this garage was just storage for spare bike parts, so it was a financial hit, but not as bad as it could be. The entrance in the floor was damaged though, and could be a major problem. “Ghost, is Karma back yet?” I called behind me. “I’m here, boss.” “Roundup Tequila and Shorty. Hornet stays with Rogue. Newbies around the perimeter.” I swore again as I kicked some of the rubble out of the way. “And grab torches.”

The bathroom door swung open, cutting off my reply. My heartbeat accompanied the heavy thud of Ghost’s combat boots as he stomped his way inside. His expression was one of cold murder, but that didn’t stop my eyes from dropping down to his chest. Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? And was that blood? A thin trail of dried blood ran down Ghost’s chest stopping halfway to his belly button. I noticed the silver bars poking out from each of his nipples. They were a little red, likely agitated. Those piercings looked new …

After uttering these words, Shawn left the room, locking the door, and ignoring Ashton's cries for help, fearing he might bleed to death. After coming out of the room, Shawn stared at Jett and said, "We cannot waste any time; we need to attack now. But first of all, I need every available piece of information on Black Dragon, and to achieve this, I need to speak to Andre Scorpion. I couldn't tell him earlier because I wanted to get Ashton, but now I can't keep this information from him any longer." Jett nodded, "Okay, I just hope that he hasn't heard from one of our men already. Let's go."

I was going to walk out quietly, i don't even need ice cream anymore. "His name is ghost no body knows his real name" he continued and now i need to listen, I'm too curious to just leave now. "He took my pet from me, i know she belonged to him for a while. Kill him and be over with it" Kill him, he just asked for whoever he's talking with to kill ghost... I can't let them just kill ghost, i can't let them even hurt ghost!! I touched my necklace the one with mine and daddy's voice on it.