07 Ghost Characters Novels & Stories

My gaze slides past the walls and lands on the corner of the room. A figure sits in an old wooden chair. At first glance it looks like a department-store mannequin dressed in women’s clothing, but the longer I stare the wronger it becomes. The skin tones don’t match. The limbs are stitched together with crude black thread. Hair has been glued in uneven patches. One eye socket is empty, the other holds a glass eye that doesn’t quite line up. Ghost’s voice is barely a whisper behind me. “That’s not a mannequin. Those are parts of people.”

has become their only reality, what happens when the first thaw of spring brings the one person Dante never accounted for—not an enemy from the Trust, but a ghost from his own bloodline who refuses to stay dead? (Watch out for Chapter 150) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts

“Ghosts aren’t usually this… flexible.” “Exactly,” Alexandra said. “They’re usually trapped in a loop—stuck in how they died.” “But this one keeps switching up his whole persona,” I said. “What kind of ghost changes its story mid-haunt?” Alexandra shook his head. “None that I’ve ever seen. Usually, how they die defines their entire pattern. This? It’s all over the place.” He paused. “Wait.” I glanced up. Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed.

Then—a low, dry voice echoed from the shadows. “You look older.” Liam’s hand went to his sidearm. “That’s rich coming from a ghost.” A man emerged from the shadows behind the altar. Gaunt. Pale. Wrapped in layers of torn clothing and an old military coat, his face mostly hidden beneath a hood. His eyes—icy blue—gleamed with feral intelligence. “You brought company,” Ghost said, stepping forward slowly. “That’s new. I thought you preferred to work alone. Or are you finally in over your head?”

Xiao Dust frowned, "Can Senior Ghost Immortal see what this is?" "I shall have to decompose it to know." The Ghost Immortal said, took a pill and walked into his own room, after burning incense, only to take the decomposed pill and walk out, at this moment, his face had become unusually heavy, and said with a gaze, "The other party has a seventh-order Pill Immortal."

Elder Xhang died on the spot. “That would teach you a lesson Ghost,” Aurum roared at the dead body. “You cannot kill me twice.” “Who said?” Elder Igor roared in Ghost’s voice. “I can kill you as many times as I want to. I would kill you as many times as possible. You are nothing but a loser.” Aurum spun around to the sound of the voice. It sounded exactly like Ghost’s just the same way Elder Xhang’s voice sounded like Ghost’s some minutes ago.

He glanced over his shoulder at Ghost bent over the desk. The rules were different with Ghost. Marco wondered at times if the guy had been designed, down to his average-Joe looks. It was easy to look at him and see a regular dude. But Ghost wasn't normal. He bled, he pissed, and he ate like a man, but something about him wasn't right. "You got me?" Ghost said. "Loud and clear. We'll be gone in an hour." Marco let himself out of the apartment, locked the door, and drew his first easy breath.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

The sound reverberates through the Throat of Echoes like thunder, like prophecy, like the final word of a god: “The war has already been won.” Every version of me—Tyrant, Martyr, Warrior, Sage, even the flickering Ghost—falls to their knees. The compulsion is absolute, inevitable, written into the very structure of reality. We are moths before a sun that wears our own face. Only Ghost-me remains standing, and she's smiling. "Finally," she whispers, her form growing more solid even as the others fade. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

After a while, a stooped skeleton slowly stood up from the layers of bones. As soon as the skeleton stood up, it began to grow black flesh. In just a few seconds, several new ghost shadows appeared in front of Caspian. These ghost shadows seemed to hate and be afraid of Caspian. After glaring at him with sinister eyes, they flew quickly to the darkness around them. "Divine Souls reborn, but not very similar." Caspian frowned slightly. At this time, the strange ghost shadows were not the only ones. Another thing was that Caspian found that the hole he had just entered had disappeared.