Female Ghostface Novels & Stories

It was a grudgeful female ghost with a pale face, red lips, and blood-red eyes. This female ghost was formed by the fusion of a few female corpses, so it was a very powerful grudgeful ghost. “I know you were killed by the Hoklux Gang. However, Roger is already dead, so you can rest in peace now!” Gerald said to the female ghost. The female ghost stared at Gerald and released a red ribbon toward Gerald without saying anything. Gerald swung his Astrabyss Sword immediately and started battling with the female ghost. Rey, who was hiding behind Gerald, moved here and there. He didn’t dare to open his eyes to look at the female grudgeful ghost, thinking that it was too scary.

Well, we weren't alone on the stage. My partner had a female ghost next to him! AND HER FACE IS EFFIN' SCARY! She looked like a cross between the women of The Ring and The Conjuring movies. Then, when the time came for my partner to come up to me to spin me around and hold me by the waist, I swear I was going to faint because my hands that were wrapped around his neck had another set of hands on top of mine. And I can feel the cold clamminess going through my fingers as if she was trying to insert her hands into my own...

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

“We need to figure out who it is. Fast.” Ayesha agreed. But first— “We need to know everything about the Ghost.” Azrael hesitated. Ayesha narrowed her eyes. “You owe us that much.” He sighed. “Alright. But you’re not going to like it.” They gathered around as he began to speak. And what he told them changed everything. The Ghost’s True Face “The Ghost isn’t one person,” Azrael said. “It’s a system. A network built on secrets, controlled by one entity—but protected by many.”

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

“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.

When Ghostface saw what was happening, he fell deeper into madness as he continued his chanting, as if wanting to use his words to kill Harvey immediately. Harvey frowned deeply because he started to notice that his arms and legs seemed to be bound by something invisible. At this moment, Ghostface opened his eyes wide as a long needle appeared in his right hand, and he pinned it into the doll's left arm. Thud!

Ghost has already put a price on his head, and he knows that the underworld won’t sleep until he is caught. His boss also said that Ghost has already marked his location, so will he even be able to leave this place alive? What was he supposed to do? Die together with Damian? “Marcus, what are you thinking about? Can you say something?” “Mark, have you ever heard of someone called Ghost?” “Ghost?” Mark frowned after hearing the name. He searched through his mind before he nodded, “Yes, isn’t he the legendary underworld boss who turned the whole underworld upside down? I also heard that no one has really seen him, and he always wears a scary mask whenever he is going to meet people.”

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.