Ghost Empire の小説・ストーリー

Even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators had to fawn over them so they would put in a good word for them at Tianyuan City. Losing his temper, the envoy recited a spell and a whip glittering in gold immediately appeared in his hand. The whip was dubbed the Ghost-beating Whip, designed to strike disobedient demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters. One whip was enough to strip someone off half his life.

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

“You cannot capture me. You cannot catch a thought with your hands. I am in what you will touch and what you will drink. In seventy-two hours the field will activate and the conversion will begin. There will be a new order. Join it or be rearranged.” I felt the blood rush through my ears. Ethan’s hand tightened on the wall behind me. The bond hummed with Kaye’s fear and with something else that I did not want to name. I wanted to move, to run, to strike the thing, to pull the sky down around it. Instead I watched the dark mass fold into light and scatter, slipping into vents, into broken glass, under floor grates.

It felt heavier than the first. “Midnight,” Leora said, melting back into the graveyard of metal. “Don’t be late. And don’t die before you plug it in. I’d hate for my work to be posthumous.” They were left alone in the rust and the yellow light, holding two thumb drives that contained their salvation and a possible apocalypse. “She’s using us,” Sabe said quietly. “We’re using her,” Anton corrected, gripping the drives tightly. “It’s the only way to fight ghosts. You have to become a ghost yourself, and then you have to turn on the lights.”

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 ? .”

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.