What makes a Ghost-Skulker(and the Dangerous Game)In life his name was General Kent Husk.What makes a Ghost-Skulker(and the Dangerous Game) by HybridRebellion
He would have died alone and peacefully with his manservant had he not be bested in a battle of wits by a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain. His life ended on an island.
Husk grinned. The type of grin that showed all his teeth and made his manservant shiver with fear. “There’s been another wreckage.” He murmured, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of a hunt. “Vani, prepare the hounds. And fetch my gun!” He barked harshly, turning a cruel eye on his mute servant. Vani shuffled away quickly and silently, the limp he had received a none too pleasant reminder of the last hunt, when he had not moved as quickly.
The hunter turned his gaze back to the churning seas, dark delight playing in cold eyes. “Perhaps this whelp will bring a challenge to the Greatest hunter to ever have lived.” Heavy boots thunked against the stone ground as the man turned and began walking leisurely to
What makes a Ghost- PrologueIt had been a long day. Or so, the Ghost Writer had assumed when he found the half ghost sleeping on the floor of his library. With a blatantly annoyed sighed the ghost lightly kicked the halfa, rolling him onto his stomach. “Unghf….” Danny Phantom let out a rather unmanly moan, his eyes beginning to flutter open. “Five more minutes Jazz…” He mumbled sleepily. The Ghost Writer watched with a wry smile as the white haired teen clutched his arms around his knees and curling into a ball. The smile did not last long; he was a ghost, albeit a well-adjusted one, but with that came being territorial. This time when he kicked the teen it was not as gentle, effectively rousing the ghost boy from his slumber. “Jazz! Quit it would you?” Danny immediately shouted irritably, leaping to his feet. The Ghostwriter was not amused. “Care to explain what you are doing here, Ghost Child?”What makes a Ghost- Prologue by HybridRebellion
Danny’s adrenalized eyes met Ghostwriter