Fnaf Ghosts Novels & Stories

“Yeah. How are you? You seem to be in deep thought—what’s bothering you?” It was silly for Ferdinand to ask; he knew his daughter wasn't fine, but he still asked. Farrah felt flustered that her father easily saw through her in just one look. She blinked, scratching her nose. “Dad, do you believe in ghosts? Are they real?” Ferdinand paused, his face scrunching up as if he heard the funniest joke in the world. Laughing quietly, he shook his head. “Ghost? What nonsense! Ghost don’t exist, what are you thinking all day...”

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

"Today is Johnny’s birthday. Let’s give her the music box first. Nina has been out for too long—I’m worried Winnie will be upset." Patrick’s expression softened as he gazed at Jennifer with warmth. "Jennifer, you're too kind. I'll give her the music box, then we can go back to Johnny's birthday party." I followed them inside the mansion. Under the glow of the chandelier, Nina's small, dirt-streaked face looked especially out of place. Johnny, who was wearing a birthday hat, looked at Nina with curiosity. "Daddy, who is this? She smells bad!" The boy’s ruthless mockery made Nina’s face flush red with shame. She turned to Patrick, eyes full of hope, wishing he would explain on her behalf, but

We tried to take him down on multiple occasions, but we suffered severe casualties as he's just that powerful. "East City…" Frank mused to himself. "Could it be the one you call Ghost, whom you've mentioned before?" "It's none other than him. I understand that your strength is weakened outside Shagan, but—" "Nobody moves!" Before Frank and Jouri could finish, a group of thugs wearing blood-red ghost masks and with their hair dyed in a variety of colors, kicked open the cafe door. "Everyone, on your knees! Hand over all your money!" "No! It's The Ghosters!"

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

"It's strange, I wouldn't dare compete with you. Who would be dumb enough to want your life?" "Yen?" Mr. Marcus said casually. "Sorry, it's pounds!" Aaron chuckled. "Your life is really valuable!" Both of them spoke leisurely, as if they were not discussing life and death matters, but rather talking about today's weather. "Quickly let Panther take over!" Mr. Marcus chuckled lightly. Ghost Gang, the world's largest assassination organization, gathered five of the top ten international assassins on their roster. Although they also dealt in arms trafficking, researching biochemical weapons, and diamond smuggling, the assassination was Ghost Gang's signature business.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” A man stepped forward just enough for her to see him — mid-thirties, hard face, wearing a black and silver cut. With the vest– Devil’s Sons. “Name’s Ghost,” he said quietly, keeping his distance. “We’ve been watching this war from the outside. King is getting too bold, too powerful. It’s bad for business. We want him gone.” Hazel’s pulse hammered. “What do you want from me?” Ghost kept his hands visible. “Inside information. Reaper’s plans. Timing on the next hit. In return, we extract you and your friend Lena. Clean IDs. Full protection far away from here. No more tracker. No more Reaper.”

Rafaelle had a sullen look as he explained. “Before that, I got the trademark of who it was. It’s Ghost.” I rubbed my jaw at the information. Now it made sense why we were having difficulty tracking the phone calls in the beginning. No one had ever seen Ghost before but he was reputed to carry out any scheme without being traceable in the least. Hence, the name Ghost. The interesting part was that Ghost didn't work for anybody and only performed a one-time task. This meant Gaetano was paying him millions to keep him around for longer.

The only other people who knew who he was, were Gunn and the triplets. "I'm Aaron Muron, many of you may know me as Ghost. I'm the godfather of the mafia. The founder of Muron Springs." The room broke out in shocked gasps and whispers. Fear settled on their faces as they watched him, wondering what his next move would be. As the story goes, whoever saw Ghost, didn't live to tell the tale. "I want to enter a partnership with you all. This could be the start of something beautiful." He said, biting into his bottom lip.