Ghost Cod Fanart Face Novels & Stories

Hmm, what more? I saw a picture of a girl beside his bed. I walked toward her and looked at the girl's face. "Is she his girlfriend?" If it's his girlfriend, why didn't I see her once? But it's not important now, I have an idea. I get my marker, which I used to sketch Sadako's face earlier, and I get the picture frame and draw something on the girl's face. I drew a horn on her head, vampire teeth, and eyeliner. BWAHAHAHAHAHA so funny. I'm done!

Zach draped an arm over my shoulders and pulled me close to him before planting a kiss on my forehead "I'll walk you home" he murmured and I smiled "Let's go" * Six Hours Later * I was seated at my desk in my room at home with my sketchbook. I was sketching the face of the scary redhead I had dreamt about. I wasn't exactly a master at drawing but my art teacher in high school had often told me I was really good at drawing portraits and landscapes. I made sure to capture every detail about her face, starting from her ginger coloured hair, to her perfectly pointed nose, her light freckles and her plump lips. But most of all, those terrifying black eyes that looked demonic.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Spiked through the heart like a goddamn vampire kill. I stilled. “And there’s a name carved into his chest.” He handed me a photo on his phone. Scarface. Written with knives. Sloppy. Angry. And under it—a lipstick kiss, smeared across the shirt like a threat. My cocky smile came easy. “Well, well,” I muttered. “Looks like our ghost finally has a face.” “Sir?” “Cherie Noir,” I said, low. “That woman’s got fire.” I laughed—dark and deep.

the scorpion muttered sarcastically in a feminine voice and laughed. Ariel stood up, strolled to the stands of the fire lamps, and lighted them. She looked around and when nothing happened to the lights strolled back to her initial spot and crouched down. The lights started flickering again and went off. She looked around but saw no one. Hmm, she exhaled, stood up, strolled back to the fire lamps, and lighted them. Sounds of crying babies and shouting mothers echoed around the room and the lights suddenly went off again immediately she lighted them. She used her hands to block her ears and turned to walk back only to bump into a tall enormous figure with no face and gender. One side of him h

My mouth gaped at his words. He admired the rest of the room, but his eyes stopped at the detailed carvings on the crown-shaped headboard. He ran his hands over the sun and moon carvings, he stopped when he saw the carvings of the wolf. "This is me! This is Gidian!" He said. "What? What do you mean?" "I mean, this is a carving of Gidian. Look at the colour eyes and the dark colour used to paint its fur. I'm telling you this is me."

The ghost fairy stood in front of her as the whites in their bodies began to fade away and Astra believed she was staring at the most gorgeous cocoa-black skin which shone under the moonlight. The creatures before her were wrapped in deep green and blood-red clothes respectively. The female, in blood red, had her hair cascading down her back in tight braids and the male in deep green had very short hair, their big pointed elfin ears pierced at the antihelix and nobule. Their lips were a shiny caramel brown, the same as the color of their big beautiful eyes, and their necks were adorned with necklaces that no normal person could ever get. Suddenly, they smiled as the female ghost spoke. "Woul

hood. A faint blue glow emanated from beneath, casting an unsettling yet strangely calming light on his features. Anya's breath caught in her throat. Could it be...? "Easy there," the figure chuckled, a dry rasping sound that sent shivers down her spine. "We've been expecting you, Anya." His words confirmed her suspicion. It was Ghost, the mysterious figure from the warehouse. Relief washed over her, a wave that momentarily pushed back the weariness that had settled in her bones.