07 Ghost Characters Novels & Stories

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

The white lady agreed, “It’s not like she did this to me. My husband did.” “You heard her.” K Whatever shrugged and followed the woman ghost. Garfield was astounded and just shook his head, trying to catch up with them. “You’re such a weird reaper, man.” One of the three ghosts who came along to watch commented the same. “Yeah, where’s your common sense?” The other laughed as he said this. Garfield ignored them and rolled his eyes. There's no way this plan will work, and he has no idea what Player 7 is up to. Nonetheless, he listened to her for a while to see where things would go from this.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

My phone beeps in my pocket and I take it out and look at it just before walking into the compound. Ghost: Here. She's asleep. I push my phone back into my pocket without responding. I had left Abby with Ghost since I was needed at church. Ghost wouldn't be the only brother missing today. Ghost was one of our prospects but was patched in a year ago. He's got some demons stronger than mine, but he's made amends with them. The kill with bare hands type of amends.

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

"The Shareholders love the 'Wonder,' but they need 'Structure.' They need 'Dialogue.' We’re going to introduce a new 'Supporting Character' to spice things up." He looked at me and winked. "Ready for your 'Surprise Reunion,' Kaima?" --- ### The Ghost in the White Suit Julian tapped a button on his tablet. From the white elevator, a second person stepped out. They were wearing a simple grey dress. Their hair was pulled back in a neat bun. They held a small, leather-bound book in their hands. "Librarian?" I gasped. But as she walked closer, I realized it wasn't her. The face was the same, but the eyes were hollow. There was a silver port at the base of her neck, pulsing with a faint blue light

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

And the third was a version I had never seen—a girl in a corporate suit, her face a featureless mask of glass. "Silas, stop!" the Ghost-Elara screamed, her voice a distorted recording. "You're a glitch! You're hurting the system! Let us delete you so the world can be 'Optimized'!" "I... am... a... King!" Silas roared, his shadow-blades clashing against the Ghost’s light. But he was weak. He was translucent. Every time the Ghost touched him, a piece of his shadow flaked away into white static. "Silas!" I yelled, running toward him.