07 Ghost Characters Novels & Stories

“I should’ve billed Bernard extra for emotional damages.” Another pizza roll disappeared. “You know what?” I pointed toward the screen. “I’m taking toilet paper with me next time anyway.” Not because I planned on visiting another porta-potty. Because Ghost had a sense of humor. I could appreciate that. Most hackers tried to disappear. Ghost entertained their self while disappearing. That told me something about them. More than you would think. They wasn’t panicking. They wasn’t reacting. They was planning. That made them dangerous.

Asked Ria. "Who knows? Because there some unfinished business? She or he carrying a grudge? I do not know either. But what certain is that if one becomes a ghost because they died tragically and become a terrifying ghost…” Loren shrugged. Oh really? But the one that’s in the house, was far from scary. He even looked like an ordinary human. Handsome human. Except for the fact that the figure was transparent and could walked through the wall… Also inhale the aroma of food to eat…

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

Another distant relative seemed to be a faint blue image posing in front of an enormous mural he had painted on commission. The women's ghosts were strong individuals, not types. Each had boring lessons for the two Asplundh girls, who listened politely unless the figure was an explorer, a world traveler, a spy, or an actress. Becky asked the spirits about more distant ancestry, but the ghosts may not have heard or understood, and anyway, they had to fit a lot into a brief appearance.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

It went without saying that he would not let her call him so affectionately. “Then, Mr. Zenios Connor…” Charlotte changed the way she called him and continued fervently. “No matter if you believe it or not, there are ghosts in this world. For example, Charlotte’s soul is still around here. Although her physical body died four years ago, her soul has been haunting me for the past four years— Argh!” Charlotte had to stop talking as Zenios was dragging her toward the door by grabbing her arm. “Hey! I’m not finished yet! Stop pulling me!”

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

“Let’s break it down. Four roles. Four entrances.” She moved to a screen and scribbled rough silhouettes with her finger. “Me: tech contact. I’ll tap into their signal from outside and flood the performance feed if things go south. Vivienne: wildcard. You play a ghost. A face from the past they never expected. You only show yourself if it gives us an advantage. Dorian: ghost patron. You wear a dead man’s mask. One of the elite who ‘died’ in the last cull.