Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

The factory was silent. The only sound was the slow drip of blood hitting the cold floor. Adrian stood over the body, his gun still in his hand. It was done. Ghost was dead. He exhaled slowly, staring at the lifeless man at his feet. It had been too easy. No struggle, no tricks. Just one bullet, and it was over. Something didn’t feel right. Matteo’s voice came through his earpiece. “Boss, we need to move.”

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

“If I’m given another chance, I promise to train myself, become stronger, and make you proud. I don’t want to disappoint you, so I promised to improve if given another chance.” “I love that, human. You keep raising my expectations of you, and I promise to lend you my strength when the time comes so that we can both train together using my newly acquired form.” “Thank you, Ghost, but we shouldn’t be thinking about that right now because we’re stuck here. We won’t be able to train or learn about your new form’s capabilities.” I informed her. “What do you mean?” She questioned. “It looks like we are both dead and trapped in the afterlife. Those bastard vampires did indeed kill us, and you were

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

Pale eyes, unreadable, but his gaze landed on Rhett like a hammer. “Leave him,” Ghost said to Grim, his voice gravel-deep. “This isn’t your lesson to teach.” Grim studied them both for a long beat, then gave a sharp nod and left, the door shutting behind him. Ghost stepped in, lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling in the dim light. “You killed him,” Ghost said simply. Not a question. A fact. Rhett didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Ghost exhaled smoke, his gaze unwavering. “I told you — once you take a life, it leaves a mark. You thought you could hide it from her, but you can’t. The broken ones? They see it clearer than anyone.”

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

I only wanted to feel her, to sense her. As my wolf sense began to drag back, my body started to quiver. Something it used to sense before. An energy that made it feel safe, was gone. “Ghost, what happened?” He lowered his head. I saw tear drops trickle on the ground. My eyes grew wider. Never in my life had I ever seen a ghost cry. “What happened?!” I yelled. The frustration and fear inside me, made my whole body tremble. “Alpha…. Alpha Kaden… he is dead.”

Ghost comments. Unfortunately, I know what show he is talking about, but I’ll stop it. Ari and Ghost flirt back and forth. As the first wave of humans begins to cry out and fall to the floor, I stand up, leaning down over the glass railing. Ghost comes up next to me, laughing his ass off at the pain of the humans beginning to OD. “You know, Ghost. I ended up becoming a necromancer since you last saw me,” I state casually. “That’s cool. I remember you were so pumped even though I’m not sure I still believe in that type of mythical shit. So what, you can kill people better now and send them to death faster?”

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.