2025-12-27 01:12:02
David Ogiriki Hello world, Author-san here. First of all, compliments of the season, hope we all had a wondrous Christmas. Now for the meat of the matter. I'm taking a short break from updating (and I mean a really really really short break). I'll resume posting sometime before New years, so don't be scared. The ghost mission continues. But until then, keep your eyes peeled for new chapters that may drop. God bless you all.
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The conjuring
The entire manor began to shake violently; the candles hanging on the walls lit up one by one, burning blue flames. A massive chandelier lit up in the middle of the room; dangling from it was five skeletons, hanging from ropes by the neck.They swung like toys on a baby's crib as the manor shook.Then the tremors subsided.Cold daggers washed through Marcus.What the hell was he looking at!?He looked away, his body still trembling. “What the hell!?…” He struggled to piece together his thoughts; his lips were trembling. “Why are they…”“The Count's family…” said River. She lit parts of herself on fire; enough to ward off the cold on Marcus, but not so much that it burned the wooden floors beneath them.Marcus steeled his resolve and looked back at the skeletons hanging on the chandelier above. Two of them looked like adults, one dressed in a battered and worn three-piece suit with a shoe missing, and the other waa dressed in a torn, white, puffy gown.The other three were smaller: one
Paranorman
An eerie presence flowed out from within the manor. It was like frost itself crept up along Marcus's skin. The hair on his arms stood on end ever since River opened the Manor's doors.He could sense it right from where he stood: whatever ghost was inside this building, did not want either of them there.Squeezing the handle of the SEJ that he'd been holding since Parks left, he steeled his resolve. He knew soul essence was cold, but the feeling that rubbed against his skin was different somehow.Parks said that if soul essence left the body, nothing could live, but weren't OCs beings of pure soul essence? He didn't describe humans or Witchcasters like that—according to him, Witchcasters were humans with an absurd amount of soul essence, letting them do the impossible.The only other thing he described as being totally made of soul essence was soul stones. And any information on what those were was something he wouldn't be told until he passed.But since OCs were made of soul essence a
Mission impossible
He laughed inwardly because he obviously didn't hear the last thing Parks said clearly.They couldn't touch ghosts?Even as a Witchcaster?Funniest joke he'd heard all day.Why in the world would they make him fight something he couldn't even touch?“You're joking, right?“ asked Marcus with a grin.River and Parks exchanged looks without so much as smirking. “No,” said Parks.Marcus convinced himself not to panic.So when Parks said 'we can't touch ghosts,' he meant we as in, the CC and all its Witchcasters?Then how the hell was he supposed to fight what he couldn't touch?“Even with soul essence, I can't grab them or something?“ Maybe getting in this car was a mistake.“You can't grab ghosts,” said Parks. “Only ghosts can grab ghosts. Ghosts are made of soul essence. You being able to grab them means soul essence would have to leave your body—a piece of your soul grabbing a soul.“The issue with that is soul essence doesn't exactly leave your body. If it did you'd die. Remember, sou
Once upon a soul...
As he did, Marcus couldn't help but push his hands against the seats. Each time he pushed into it, they pushed back. They were both soft and springy; he couldn't even tell what material they were made of.He sank into the chair, enjoying the feeling of what he'd imagined lying on clouds would feel like. That, coupled with the cool inside of the car despite it being cramped… he was beginning to understand car guys.It smelled like strawberries, masculinity, and rich folk. How that combination worked together, he didn't know, but he knew that he wouldn't mind living in a car if it were this one.“That's enough kid,” River said, turning behind her chair. “Don't get your loser all over the seats.““Haha, very funny,” Marcus said sarcastically.He was still unsure of how he'd approach her after the whole spat they had yesterday.Sure, he was still mad at her for all that she said, and was he going to make her eat her words? Hell yeah he was.But she said those things because she was hurtin
I pulled up in a new Bugatti
The annoying beeping of his phone alarm woke him from the most epic dream, (where he killed two massive OCs and Lucan Silas, saving the world and erasing all OCs from the face of the earth).He sprang up from his bed with one eye barely open and his brain still booting.A second later and he was fully awake.His gaze darted across the room before landing on the alarm clock. It blinked 7am. Marcus's brows furrowed.“Seven am? River and Parks'll be here by eight…”Shit!He darted from his bed, moving like a whirlwind as he organised all his clothes, took his bath, brushed his teeth, and silenced the alarm clock before leaving his room.Rushing to the living room, he ran past his mother and headed straight to the kitchen—she was eating breakfast and watching Love Island.“Dios mío, Mars, you join the cartel? Where are you headed in such a rush? It's Saturday,” she yelled from the living room.“I've got plans with friends,” he yelled back as he searched for food.Getting ready and cleanin
Soul Game
It wasn't from the hunger (it couldn't be, he'd gotten his fill recently), which meant it was the recoil.It wasn't unbearable, but it was enough to take note of. He was used to pain, and this amount was manageable, especially given the damage it caused.Aside from that though, he took note of the speed of his attack.His own fist moved like a blur, faster than he could see. Before he knew it, his fist landed on the tree and pain followed.“I could do more…” he said, pondering on the sight in front of him. The tree continued to splinter, tearing under the weight of its displaced upper half.It fell over and tore in two, kicking up some dust and wind. He looked at his aching sides, “Maybe not.“Six threads were the safe limit for now. Anything more than eight would almost definitely do significant damage to his insides, but now he knew how much damage he could output before crippling himself—and it wasn't small.Zero for humans, two for OCs that looked weak, four for moderately strong
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