Female Ghostface Novels & Stories

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

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.

“And we’re next if we don’t figure this out.” The silence stretched again. I poured us another round. “Tomorrow, Ghost gives me everything he’s got. Every photo, every file, every message. If that woman is fake, I want proof.” “And if she’s not?” he asked. “Then she’ll explain the mark behind her ear,” I said. “The one shaped like a fox tail.” Valentino’s brow furrowed. “You saw it too?” “Ghost did..” “Jesus.” “Exactly.” We both drank.

Yet her faith in God, the Creator who held both the living and the dead in His hands, gave her strength to face them without despair. “Don’t,” she finally whispered, her voice shaky with reluctance. “It’s better if you don’t know. I’m sure the image won’t leave your mind once you hear it.” She glanced involuntarily toward the ghost, who remained exactly where she had been—standing silently beside George’s chair. The female spirit’s face was unnaturally pale, almost grayish, with sunken cheeks and eyes that were completely black, like two empty voids. Her lips were slightly parted in a perpetual, silent exhale, and faint dark veins traced across her forehead and neck. The sight was haunting,

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

The voice was barely a whisper, a jagged rasp that carried more weight than any Alpha-roar. Silas raised his head slowly. His eyes were no longer solid gold. They were back to their stormy sea-gray, but there was a depth to them now—a clarity that suggested he had seen the end of the universe and decided to come back for the middle. He looked at the woman standing before him. He saw the elegant line of her jaw, the obsidian-black of her hair, and the sapphire fire in her eyes. The "Face of the Ghost" was no longer a vision or a dream. It was his reality.

“I MISS HIM! Do you know? It’s been a long, long time since our last fuck… He’s lost interest in me!” Jesus Christ…. “Tessa….” I mustered a smile. “I heard that you saw a ghost… was it really in wolf form?” “A ghost?” She blinked. And then she exploded in tears. “Yes! The ghost of that girl… IT WAS FUCKING SCARY!” She threw her arms around me and wailed hard. “I was so scared, I fainted! Do you know? Rose! I deleted it. The video… I swear!” She pulled back and stared at me with a raw, damp face. “So no… you're not gonna be a pornsta—!”

And Samuel's social media had kept posting updates, too. Suddenly, Adeline raced back home. She dug out the old photos she'd stashed away at the bottom of a box and studied them closely. Then it hit her—my smile looked stiff in every single one. Forced. Like they'd been photoshopped... Adeline's head snapped up. The photos scattered across the floor as realization crashed over her like a suffocating wave. She swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone and opened my social media account. The account posted regularly—but four years ago, I had stopped showing my face entirely. And the IP address... it matched the city where she'd been building her empire all along.

The Ghost. The hacker who had been messing with them. The one who sent the files about the 2018 fire. He looked younger than Eli expected maybe late twenties with sharp features, messy dark hair, and eyes that seemed to see too much. “You’re awake,” The Ghost said. His voice was calm, almost friendly. “Good. I was starting to worry the chloroform was too strong.” Eli pulled harder against the chains. The metal dug into his wrists. “Who are you? Why did you take me?”

“Didn’t you say there aren’t many people out because it’s late? Why are you afraid of being conspicuous?” “With faces like ours, even if there aren’t any people on the road, we’ll be able to attract ghosts too. It doesn’t matter if we attract humans, but we can’t draw the attention of ghosts. Female ghosts love attractive faces like you the most.” “Nonsense. There are no such things as ghosts in this world.”