Ghost Cod Fanart Face Novels & Stories

“And you used your real face and name in the Instance. That’s a rookie mistake only someone completely in the dark would make. Lucky for you, I can illuminate the shadows.” “You’re clever,” I conceded, the ghost of a real smile touching my mouth. The dynamic was shifting, a fragile game of information. “But only half right.” “The half that matters,” he countered smoothly. “I guessed you’d want to talk.” He was right. The forums had given me scraps. I needed the whole, ugly picture. A silent attendant entered, laying out small plates of exquisite, unidentifiable food. The aroma was intoxicating. While we waited for the main course, I decided to start with the obvious. “The face. In the Instan

My subconscious blamed me. "You know I will not worry too much about anything." I said to myself. I pulled off my coat and sat on the couch to study the drawings. I have five beings to find and I haven't found any. The three of us had five drawings which were all the same, that made the whole thing look more real. The first, a little boy, around Kabal's age. He has a special kind of eye, it looked too white, not gray, he's a little shepard. Second, like a slave girl, I see that she works in a brothel, She has a short hair that barely reached her shoulder. Third, a male with a pet, a white wild cat. Fourth, also a male, he has a birthmark beneath his left eye. The fifth, it's hard to discern

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

I stood near her clueless. “I don’t know. My hand is stuck.” She pulled her hand but nothing happened. I pulled the cloth down the floor and a grotesque painting welcomed me. The white canvas was filled with random black scribbles and the longer I look, movements became obvious and formed random shapes. Foreign and barbaric words made of dark smoke floated out of the canvas until a summoning circle was created. In the middle was a closed eye circumscribed by an inverted triangle. Gugu’s hand was sucked by a black hole projected by the canvas. Her fingers up to her wrist on the other side turned into a black shadow just like Mark’s appearance in the valley of the dead.