Ghost Cod Fanart Face Novels & Stories

(ATLAS' POV - IN RHEA'S BODY) Among them, one stood out with a tattoo decorating his furless toned abs, a stark contrast to his fur-covered companions. Its color, a dark hue—blue? Purple? Anything that wasn't exactly black. Wait... I had seen that symbol before. The memory of my death, where my chest was forcefully split, somehow crept up to my current body. It was Geisterfell's insignia. The realization dawned like a bitter sunrise: these werewolves were from Geisterfell…

He stood up without warning, I guess he never planned to show his face to me, but the moonlight coming from the window gave me a view of his face, A gasp escaped my lips, and without warning I covered my lips, and he turned his gaze from me, running his hand on his nape in frustration. Last night, I didn't get a complete vision of his face, he looks scarier, it's like his face was burned with fire, his skin is all wrinkled, and he is more like a masquerade. I didn't know that is how scary he looked, at the side of his neck, he felt like he had a deep cut, but I wondered why is he, not healing, wolves and vampires have the ability to heal faster, I felt he must be hurt by someone "Who did thi

Toby followed moments later, burying himself deep and growling as he filled Micah’s ass. There's no way, right? There's no way Toby is Ghostface guy.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.

Instead, there was only calm. He drew closer, his features coming into view. "Gabe." I noted the set of his jaw and the hardness in his green eyes. He landed next to my body and lifted the lid on the casket. Still, the brothers, Professor Pops, and the queen remained still. Could they not see him? Was he going to kiss me awake? The eyes of my corpse flew open, and my fangs grew. A furious growl rumbled in the throat of my dead body.

Mine is a human male’s face hidden in the shadows, half of the face is complete with the crimson light of vengeance in one eye and the other half is the skeletal face of the male with an empty eye socket. Some of my other tattoos are pretty vicious-looking, and some hold what I’d like to think are the fractured parts of my soul. The security monitor mounted on my wall chirps a moment later, warning me that someone is outside my door. Entering my security code, I come face to face with the person on the other end. It’s Hunter Cohen; he’s one of the Confradia techs helping us hunt down Willem Kazik.

Sweat slicked their bodies, running down the grooves in their muscles. A thick, heavy cock bobbed between the legs of the second male. As his head fell back, giving me a clear view of his face, a string of curses leaving his lips. I nearly gasped aloud. It was Ghost. The first male let out a snarl. “Fuck, you look so good taking my cock.” Immediately I recognized his voice. Ghost … and Damon.

It came from a dark corner at the rear in front of them. They all stared ahead waiting for the silhouetted figure to fully expose himself. Orbin and the Reptillian had also beat the collaborators and the collaborators were lying in a heap all over the floor defeated. The figure finally revealed himself, he had a hideous face! Mahali gasped and almost screamed in terror at the horrible face: He had yellow eyes a mouth that was carved into a sneer and no nose, for his hair, he had tentacles. “It’s Gaxgs!” wendy gasped.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.