Salvation Ghost Novelas e Histórias

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

He stared at John, at the bruised cheek, the defiant eyes, the sheer, raw power radiating from the man he’d called a defect. "John?" Caleb’s voice broke. "I told you," John said, his voice cold as the Abyss. "In ten days, I'm a ghost. Don't look too hard, Caleb. You might not like what you find." He shoved past the stunned enforcer, disappearing into the fog of the docks. Back at the manor, the news was already spreading. The Red Savior had appeared again. The Don was ecstatic. The brothers were in awe. John sat in his basement cell, staring at the shattered remains of his life, listening to the family upstairs celebrate the man they didn't know they were killing.

Behind him, his men poured in, their weapons lowered and their faces grim. “You killed the demon,” Salvador muttered, almost in a question. Killian swayed around and shrugged, “Yes, he has been sent back to hell, and this time it is for an eternal damnation. Salvador stared at Garam’s headless body for a long moment, then nodded in relief, his shoulders sagging in exhaustion. He raised his head, and his gaze softened when it fell on us. “You two saved everyone here tonight,” he muttered. Killian and I exchanged glances, unable to accept the praise.

They now hold my salvation. ***

Once we finish our Initiation, we are giving a new name aside from the number we were given on the day we were recruited. Out of the 5 recruited each year, only 1 becomes a GHOST. The devil himself. The type you would send to wipe out a whole city without batting an eye for the innocents within. Born to never show weakness, to never miss a target, to never make a mistake and most of all, to never turn our back on Hexagon. A defense system to make sure they had all their assets in check. Rob Anderson is an asset, a Ghost before he rose higher in ranks and became a Baron, there are many like him, some were ghosts just like himself, now given high ranked works and a team at his disposal and oth

"In the corner. She just told me—she said he killed her and I'm next." Caspian moved toward the corner slowly, his gold eyes narrowed. He reached out, his hand passing through the space where the ghost stood. She flickered but didn't disappear. "The Truthsight," Caspian said quietly. "You're seeing something we can't." The ghost's mouth moved again. This time I heard the whisper clearly: "Save them. Save us all. Before he does to them what he did to me." "Who?" I whispered back. "Who killed you?"

"The world’s coming back and you’re disappearing!" June looked at her hands. They were clear as glass. She could see the waves through her own palms. Silver liquid coursed through her veins, glowing like ink. She felt peaceful—a cold, flawless logic told her this was the only way to save the thousands of souls drifting in the darkness. "Dante, look at them," June whispered, her voice airy as wind. Behind Dante, the ghosts of the villagers started to take shape. As June gave up her body, they found theirs. Marcus’s feet finally made footprints in the sand. The villages stopped trembling and turned solid as stone. The price was being paid. One life for ten thousand.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

Alex grumbled and I hummed, "I'll appear before my father when the time is right." "What about Ginevra, how would she know?" He asked. "You don't worry your head about that one. She'll definitely find me." She was, after all, the smartest woman I had ever known. The Ghost will be dead by the break of dawn. The Ghost—Ricardo Sanchez will undergo a rebirth by the break of dawn. But even in my confidence, my heart still shuddered with questions. Would I truly be dead by the break of dawn, or would the universe be kind enough to grant me an opportunity at yet another life?

Axel reprimanded Dante when he offered me the wheel to drive them home. "I am not going home with you guys. Take Reign home and keep her safe." Ghost had picked up the smell of his prey again and he wanted to go proper hunting. Axel was right. It was very unsafe to have me in the vehicle with them, then driving. That was enough trigger yo allow Ghost drive us all over the cliff to quench his thirst. Sometimes I wandered if he realized that if I got killed, he would seize to exist. Reign suddenly wanted me to leave with them but Ghost and I had other plans. I wanted to find him too. The same him that turned by wolf into a blood sucking soul. Only his blood would restore Ghost to his former st