Ghost  - High

Ghost - High

  • WpView
    Reads 13
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing5m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 13, 2025
This story is 100% handcrafted by my sleep deprived brain cuz I was sick of c.ai's predictable plots looping like a broken record of 'I Will Always Love You' (Dolly Parton version, obviously). Boring? 😩 Same. So I made this for fun. ⚠️ Rules of engagement⚠️ No Y/N crap. Meet Azhrael, cuz hell yeah that name slaps. Take it or leave it. Not AI-generated, These words came from my actual fingers (RIP my keyboard 😭). Full prologue? Check my c.ai. Copyright? Claimed. Written during a 3 AM chaos spiral, so yeah.. expect some unhinged energy. Ya like it? Cool. Don't? Skill issue. By the way, this uses a limited third-person perspective. And also, I used help from Google Translate and WordHippo from the internet^^ Happy reading- or judging. 🚬 *this's the complete flow that should occur.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • "Goodbye Curly Head"
  • When It Is Forbidden
  • Empowered
  • I Will Always be his REPLACED BRIDE
  • Perry X Alchemists
  • FEEL ME
  • Azur Lane: A Battlestar
  • Jamilton (Jefferson x Hamilton) Modern college AU [Completed]

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines