Ghost Nightlight の小説・ストーリー

"Just keep looking through the glass and tell me when it looks like I'm standing next to it." I left the lens I was standing at and walked to the other end towards the wall. I hesitated each step as I passed the concave lens, waiting for his reply. "There. It looks like you are standing right next to it." I stuck my hand in the path of where the line of sight should be. Even though I was half expecting it, I was still surprised when my hand grasped something solid in the darkness. I wrapped my hand around the hilt and pulled. As I pulled it from the line of sight, the Sword of Night self-illuminated.

he nods smiling and whispers “This is going to be luxurious…” We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

--- Meanwhile, down in Sublevel Three, Riven paused outside a vault door etched with numbers. He scanned them, muttering to himself. "Coordinates." Lyra raised a brow. "To where?" "God knows. But I've seen these before. Etched on prisoners' shoes in a black site near Riga." Sable moved beside him. "Meaning?" "Ghostlight's not just about reviving old assets. It's about relocating them. Rebuilding sleeper cells around the world." He reached into his coat and produced a small vial of phosphorus gas.

Hazel was startled awake, her whole body trembling. She opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow by her bed. She also heard the sound of dripping water, faint but not enough to make her heart race. Outside, the rain was pouring down, the streetlights dimmer than usual, and wind howling loudly. She shuddered and clutched her blanket tightly, screaming, "Ah! Ghost!" Jack was taken aback by Hazel's reaction, then overwhelmed with anger. Ghost? His handsome face twisted slightly, and he cracked his knuckles.

I say with a yawn as I tug at his arm. “Of course, Pet. Maybe I should rest as well.” He responds as he gets back in the bed with me. He spoons me as I lay on my side. He puts his arm and leg over me, giving me a weighted blanket effect, and I quickly fall asleep. However, I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. My dreams start off fine, but then the pretty forest I was running through on a summer evening quickly morphed into the club. The edges of the dream become blurred, signaling I’m in a premonition. Zane and I are talking with Ghost, who is doing drugs, while we sit with him in the VIP lounge. There’s different supernatural drugs mixed with human ones. Ghost is mixing supernatural drugs with hu

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

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