Booktok Ghost Face Novels & Stories

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

In the next chapters, I would only use 'Carl', because 'Sir' is only titled for those ghosts with higher status than Carl, like Sir Reynold for example. Carl is the man with a half-burned face. As Kelly's description, he has a half-handsome face.

Mike asked. "Tink find dirty book," the goblin whispered. Picking it up, she opened the pages and turned it around. In stunning detail was an image of a werewolf, his monstrous member dangling between his legs as he jerked his load into the hungry mouth of a pair of women on the ground beneath him.

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

But none of her friends or colleagues was so childish they'd send a masked delivery guy dressed like a hitman just to scare her—unless… The thought was too unsettling, so she firmly pushed it to the back of her mind, licking her suddenly dry lips as she forced the words out of her parched throat, "who are you?" "My friend sent me," Ghostface replied, offering no other details. Camille didn't know what was more disturbing—the dead look in his glassy eyes or the fact that she couldn't see his lips move beneath the freaky mask whenever he spoke.

Dexter roared. Countless flames erupted from his body, transforming into endless black mist. The mist then shaped into myriad skeletal faces, swirling around him. These ghastly faces looked sinister like fury materialized, and they seemed intent on devouring Alex. But even though he was surrounded, Alex showed no signs of fear. He closed his eyes and started chanting softly with his head bowed. Slowly, a white gentle light started emanating from his body and extended in every direction. Unable to withstand the soothing power, even the most ferocious ghastly faces lost their aggression. Accompanied by screams and moans, the ghastly faces dissipated into nothingness.

That beautiful voice, distorted by pain and surprise. Mom. My eyes go wide as it all comes back; the pain, the sorrow, the hurt. The tears begin to flow as the ghost hurries to its destination. I can remember every detail now; the way those creatures had searched him... when his eyes turned a frightening red... He finally reached me, barely more than a breath of air, charging towards my chest. However, the ghost bounced back, my body suddenly surrounded by a strange glow. What is it? It's green and shiny, like the emerald on my ring, almost like one of those auras I've heard about in fantasy books.

I snarled, ‘If you’re so proud and powerful, show yourself. In an instant, two ghostly figures floated before me, glowing with a cold blue aura. The raspy-voiced one had long hair that flowed like a roaring flame, but it suited her perfectly; the other had short hair with a similar flame-like flow. Both looked so strong and terrifying. The short-haired one moved right in front of my face and smile widely, ‘Boo.’ Blinking rapidly, I looked to the side and back at him. He furrowed his brows, ‘Not afraid, wolf-girl?’