Novel & Cerita Ghost Book Main Characters

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.

Carriers. My eyes moved unwillingly across the list. Carly Blackwater. Darren Moore. Samuel Louis. Lucas Vance. Ethan Blackwater. Everything inside me stopped. My wolf froze with me. A cold pressure filled my lungs, thick and tight. The idea of death had shadowed me before, but this was different. This was death waiting inside me with patience, a silent thing breathing with my breath. “I am on the list,” I said. The words were too small for what they meant.

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Leah looked around the cracked pavement, but in her mind she began to see what he saw — classrooms, computer labs, bright murals, laughter replacing silence. Leah (whispering): “Jason, you’re building a legacy.” He smiled faintly. Jason: “Not mine. Ours.” As the sun dipped low, Leah and Jason lingered in the lot, still holding hands. That’s when a shadow moved near the fence. Leah stiffened, instinctively reaching for the weapon she no longer carried on her hip. A figure stepped forward — tall, lean, familiar. Ghost. Leah’s chest tightened. Leah: “Ghost…?”

The old clock in the safe house ticked faintly, as if silently counting the passage of time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Alicia held her breath and slowly made her way to the door, peering through the peephole. She saw a familiar face - the Ghost and Nova. Alicia let out a sigh of relief and opened the door to let them in. The Ghost was still tall and silent, with his long black hair neatly combed back and his electronic glasses reflecting cold light. Nova, on the other hand, appeared more alert, with her silver short hair looking like it had been dyed recently and her sharp gaze scanning every corner of the room.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

Then—movement. Behind her. A shadow. It moved too fast. Too low. My breath caught. “Ghost?” I whispered. I leaned closer to the glass. But Ghost was supposed to be patrolling the front side tonight. I’d heard him tell Luce. This wasn’t his route. He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the woods behind the cabin. Then who the hell was that? A hunter? A ghost? A memory? Or something darker, watching us sweat and fight and fuck from the trees?

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

Ghost: Took you long enough. Me: I’m in a hospital. Someone tried to kill me last night. I don’t have time for attitude. Ghost: Fair. What do you need? My heart thumped hard as I typed. Me: You said my protector isn’t who I think. Who exactly were you talking about? Ghost: Your father. I stared at the screen, feeling a cold wave shoot through me. Me: Why him? Ghost: Because he’s hiding a lot more than you realize. Me: Like what?