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My five ghostly husbands

Chapter 407 Fight

Author: dYdairy_002
updatedAt: 2025-08-27

CHAPTER 407: CHAPTER 407 FIGHT

"Woah!! Kaelan, you’re being extra sweet today!" Karl said loudly, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "You’re acting like my old buddy with me, and with Jules, Brother Adi—you’re all smiles and polite! Drop the act," he added in a low whisper, leaning closer to Kaelan’s ear.

"Shut up! It’s your family. I have to act decent, right?" Kaelan whispered back, his voice clipped but not without a smirk.

"Why?" Karl asked, genuinely curious.

"What if my parents show up? How will you act then?" Kaelan asked with a half-smile, one brow lifting in challenge.

Karl blinked, his eyes going wide. "Well... you’re right," he admitted.

"Good," Kaelan said, patting Karl’s head like he was rewarding a pet for behaving.

After shopping for a few hours, the group stopped for dinner at a cozy roadside restaurant. The food was good, and the easy chatter between them made the evening feel light. They laughed over silly stories, shared bites from each other’s plates, and for a while, it felt like nothing could ruin the mood.

But as they walked back, the street grew quieter, their footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones. That’s when a group of witches lounging by the wall noticed them. The sound of sharp whistles cut through the air, and the witch’s gazes swept over the group, lingering far too long on Kaelan and Julian.

Julian’s shoulders stiffened; he looked down, clearly uncomfortable. Milo immediately lowered his gaze to the ground, clutching the small shopping bag he carried. Adrian, however, slowed his pace, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare.

One of the witches—short-tempered and sharp-eyed—caught his glare and bristled instantly. "How dare you!!" she snapped, stepping forward. The rest of her lackeys straightened, their expressions turning hostile.

Julian instinctively reached for Adrian’s hand, trying to tug him back, but stopped when he realized Karl and Kaelan had also turned toward the witches, both wearing the same cold, hard glare.

The group of witches spread out, circling them like predators. One sneered. "Shopping, huh? Useless ghosts like you don’t deserve to waste time in shops. You should only be cooking and cleaning."

"Shut up, you ugly witch," Karl shot back, his tone dripping with contempt.

Kaelan folded his arms, his stance casual but his voice cutting. "And roadside witches like you—without even basic manners—should be locked inside a house."

"You—!" The short-tempered witch lunged at Kaelan, her fist swinging toward his face. But she didn’t make it far. Adrian caught her wrist mid-swing, his grip like iron, and his expression darkened to something truly dangerous.

"Dare to harm my people," he said, his voice low, each word vibrating with threat. Then, without hesitation, he twisted her arm sharply. The witch cried out in pain, her knees buckling.

Adrian had learned how to fight long before he’d ever had a stable roof over his head. Growing up on the streets meant surviving through skill, speed, and instinct. From his childhood into adulthood, every day had been a lesson in how to protect himself and those he cared about. Now, with the witches backing off in shock, it was clear he had no intention of letting anyone lay a hand on his family.

The air grew heavier as the witches closed in, their boots scraping against the ground in a slow, taunting circle. The short-tempered witch Adrian had grabbed yanked her arm free with a hiss, rubbing it furiously. "You think you’re tough just because you can twist my arm, ghost?" she spat, her eyes glinting with malice. "I’ve cursed ghost like you in seconds."

Another witch, tall and bony with hair like tangled wire, stepped forward and sneered. "Look at them—parading around like they own the streets. All dressed up from shopping, thinking they’re better than the rest of us."

Karl scoffed. "Better than you? That’s not hard."

"Say that again, brat!" she barked, taking a threatening step toward him.

Before Karl could reply, a third witch, her voice dripping with venom, added, "You ghosts should stay where you belong—serving the living, not pretending to enjoy yourselves like witches do."

That was the last straw. "Shut it," Kaelan said coldly, stepping forward, his arms unfolding and his eyes sharp. "You’re just loudmouthed trash picking fights you can’t win."

The short-tempered witch lunged for him again, but Kaelan sidestepped with ease and shoved her back hard enough that she stumbled. Adrian moved in to cover his side, but another witch darted in from behind, landing a quick, nasty swipe across Adrian’s arm with her sharpened nails. Adrian hissed in pain, clutching his arm, the blood already staining his sleeve.

"Brother!" Julian’s voice cracked, panic flashing in his eyes as he moved to help.

But before he could, two more witches moved in fast. Milo, who had been standing back clutching his chest protectively—still fragile from his heart surgery months ago—flinched when one of them suddenly grabbed at his arm.

"Don’t touch him!" Karl roared, throwing himself at the witch. His fist connected with her jaw, sending her sprawling to the side. Kaelan was right behind him, catching another witch by the collar and slamming her into the wall.

"Stay down," Kaelan growled, his tone so cold it made the other witches hesitate.

But hesitation didn’t last long. The tall witch swung a kick toward Karl’s ribs, but he blocked it with his forearm and shoved her away. Kaelan ducked under another strike, sweeping the attacker’s legs out from under her.

Adrian, despite the injury to his arm, managed to block another punch aimed at Julian, shoving the witch back with sheer force. "You pick the wrong people to mess with," he warned, his voice like steel.

The short-tempered witch tried to rally her group, spitting curses under her breath, but the sight of Karl, Kaelan, and Adrian standing shoulder to shoulder was enough to make even the boldest of them think twice.

Milo stood behind them, still holding his chest, breathing fast, but his eyes burned with the same quiet pride he always felt when his brothers protected him.

"Get lost," Kaelan said finally, his glare sweeping over the group like a blade.

The witches exchanged uneasy glances before backing away, muttering threats but unwilling to take another beating. As they disappeared into the shadows, Karl turned to check on Milo, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?"

To be continued... 🪄

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