Novel & Cerita Ghost Book Main Characters

Inside, Ghost sat at the head of a long oak table, a plate of steak before her. She was striking—dark hair pulled back tightly, eyes sharp and commanding. She speared a piece of meat with her fork and paused mid-bite as the doctor entered, her gaze locking onto him. "How may I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice calm yet edged with authority. Doctor Francis took a tentative step forward, lowering his voice. "Sorry to bother you, but I’m the doctor in charge of Damon’s late wife, Anna." Ghost’s expression remained neutral, though her fork hovered above her plate. "Okay?"

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

He had a story, and he would need help from the Blue Moon’s magic with that story. Jody had long ago learnt just to accept Gabriella’s hunches and stories. She always seemed to know what people needed and how the magic would have its way with a guest. Finally, but not least, there was a Greta Johansen coming. She was a ghost hunter and wanted to come to explore the hauntings of Evergreen Grove’s little hamlet.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

Before the guy could answer, Ace took out his gun and shot the guy in his head. "Anyone else got something to say?" He asked earning complere silence. "So, as I was saying—", he placed his gun on the table infront of him, "Meet Alexia Hale. Some might know her as the ghost. She'll be working with us for a while. Any questions?" He ended as he looked at me while everyone muttered a 'No boss.' "You're all dismissed." He ordered and everyone was out of the room. "So, I'll be staying here?", I asked.

Alex grumbled and I hummed, "I'll appear before my father when the time is right." "What about Ginevra, how would she know?" He asked. "You don't worry your head about that one. She'll definitely find me." She was, after all, the smartest woman I had ever known. The Ghost will be dead by the break of dawn. The Ghost—Ricardo Sanchez will undergo a rebirth by the break of dawn. But even in my confidence, my heart still shuddered with questions. Would I truly be dead by the break of dawn, or would the universe be kind enough to grant me an opportunity at yet another life?

A short, bitter sound. “I spent twenty years chasing the wrong man.” Elias Mercer nodded quietly. “So did most of us.” ⸻ Amelia turned several more pages. The handwriting became rushed. Uneven. As if Daniel had been running out of time. One final paragraph had been underlined twice. The Ghost’s real name is Samuel Reid. He was once the finest investigator I ever worked with. When the Founders murdered his wife and daughter, he disappeared. The world believed he became a killer. In truth, he became my shield.

, is not like I can cross all the ghosts over before Mr black gets to them One thing for sure once ghost touches human blood they can't cross over which allows Mr black to suck up all their energy Which makes them turn into dust "Hey, what are you thinking about?" Blondie said walking in on me I clean my tears "what are you doing in here?" "It's the girls bathroom dumb, also wanted to check on you, are you okay?" "I thought you didn't care, you shoved me not too long ago" She sighs "I know and I'm sorry, just this whole thing is crazy and I'm not gonna lie it's messing with my mind, but don't worry about that, I am right here for you, and I am not going anywhere"