Ghost Ex Novels & Stories

How could this be happening? My anxiety grew each day. Fate was unpredictable. If fate had destined me for unexpected wealth, then every time I tripped outside, it would be over a pile of gold! Still, if I had really swapped fates with Lucas again, then what was the point of my rebirth? The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and there was no one I could confide in. Meanwhile, Zoe grew annoyed with me after she saw me with the pendant. She even moved out of the dorm and did not bother pretending to be polite anymore.

Patrick was taking this breakup seriously. At this point, I no longer cared about my cartoon underwear. Right then, Patrick cut my mom off. "It's time for the examination. Could you step outside, please?" When she saw I had lain still, my mom shot me a warning before drawing the curtain and stepping outside. … As my clothes were slowly lifted, the cute character on my underwear appeared, and my C-cup chest made the view impossible to ignore. Even so, Patrick only glanced at it. "Whoever you're with now… Well, his taste is questionable."

I rolled my eyes and heard snickers and laughter from behind us. “If you dare to laugh out loud on that poor attempt of a joke, Xeon then baby, I might slip into meditation too and you ain’t getting any, for the complete month. Catch my drift ? Don’t you ?” Dre glared in Xeon’s direction who gulped hard and then nodded meekly. Dammit. Xeon needs help. He is possessed by this ghost named Dre, who has him completely wrapped by his middle fing- oh sorry - I mean little finger.

Author's POV "Are you sure you wanna do that? I'm sure Tyler was fear to you, wouldn't that affect you mentally? I can get someone else to do that for you" The mortician said to Xandros “Trust me woman, I've seen things worse, I'm literally a dead man standing here too" Xandros said as he went back inside the cold room with Andean to get the bodies of the two men “Go grab two body bags from the truck" Xandros instructed Andean

She placed her left hand on the patient’s chest and closed her eyes. “I’m sensing more spelled cages in body.” “Damn, how many ghouls would he have puked? He’s got a lot of ghoul goo between his teeth. I don’t think there is a drink strong enough to kill the nasty aftertaste he's gonna have lingering in his mouth when he wakes up.” "More than you have fingers on your hands." Jessica was laughing when Sebastian and Stephanie walked into the room. “What joke did I miss? The glowing elixir is ready,” said Sebastian.

Easy Street saluted the men with his machete, then faded into nothing, a faint wisp of black smoke curling up from where the ghost had stood. “I’ve about had my fill of this voodoo undead bullshit,” said Fernández. “Let’s go find the boss and figure out our next steps.” They found him less than a minute later, crumpled in a heap on the floor. “Oh, fuck, Jonesy. That rat bastard wasn’t lying,” said Fernández, kneeling beside him. The Golem growled, a sound from deep in his chest so low that it was felt rather than heard. “Can you carry him?” asked Fernández.

"Would you spare my life if I do?" "Nope." Frank chuckled, shaking his head. "Not after the endless atrocities that The Ghosters committed. But I can make your death quick." "I…" Mr. Moore felt a chill down his spine. He certainly knew how many terrible things The Ghosters had committed in service of Ghost. Skinning and butchering another human was basically child's play! Nonetheless, Mr. Moore hung his head after clenching his jaw. "I-I'll tell you… Ghost is looking for a new body that's compatible with the power of the spiritron vein, because his has already… already…"

“Boss, this person’s fatal wound is a gunshot to the chest, but it looks like something drained their blood afterward, which is why they ended up like this.” As he spoke, Dr. Freud bent down and sniffed the body. “Also, the body was soaked in a special herb, preventing it from decomposing.” Jackson frowned. “Drained? That sounds creepy. Is this Hag a person or a ghost?” Xavier scoffed, “Boring.” Jackson looked confused. “What?” Mitbahl translated, “What my honey means is that this Hag is really boring for doing something so inexplicable.” Jackson asked, “You understood that?”

*****ALPHA XANDER’S POV**** "Welcome back," the second ghost said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "You're intelligent, figuring it out without my hint, which you couldn't decipher." She extended her hand towards me, and I reluctantly handed her the eyeball she had requested. She giggled and swallowed it, transforming into a terrifying octopus in the blink of an eye. Its menacing tentacles writhed everywhere, except where I stood. The sheer size of the creature overwhelmed me with fear, and I struggled to maintain eye contact.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.