Ghost Eyes Characters Novels & Stories

The wolf people clan didn't want to anger their goddess of the night, their precious Luna whom I am named after. The fog appears thicker and brighter this time. The officer shakes in the air and twitches like a victim being tortured within. His eyes turn yellow, and his veins bulge. As he floats in the air, his skin becomes pale green. The water drips slowly down his shoulders and onto the floor. The Ghost is out for revenge on this officer. His name says Officer Wilds.

She wanted to wake him up and see those grey eyes look at her with that confusing gaze of suspicion and heat. But then, she remembered who she was. She was the Ghost. She had a bounty on her head in three territories. The Rakan Guild owned her blood debt. If she stayed... they would find her. And they would kill him just for standing next to her. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking in the silence. She pulled away. Kornel grunted. His hand grasped at the empty space where she had been, seeking her warmth even in his sleep.

“I’ve been dying to show them off, and since you brought me the good news, you might as well join tonight’s team.” “It’d be an honour,” I smile stiffly. “Meet team Charlie,” he announces, and a giant door in the back opens. Five people march forward, and my eyes widen as I take a step back. At first glance, they look normal, but their eyes … it is dead with a green glow and just downright scary. It is like a glowing pit of … nothing. Soulless nothing. They raise their hands in a salute, and I notice that all their hands are bigger or something. I do not know how to describe them. It is grotesque and animalistic. I swear, one slap and you are a painting on a wall.

"Why wouldn’t it be ghouls?" The floor trembled as the creatures slammed into the outer walls. Elias skidded into the hall, duffel bag over his shoulder. "What the hell is that?" "Ghouls," Kai said. "Welcome to the worst night of your life." The front door exploded inward in a shower of splinters. The first ghoul charged through — a massive, gray-skinned beast with glowing yellow eyes and claws like daggers. Lucian didn't hesitate. He threw a dagger straight into its skull.

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

It is not agony, it is more like: I walked into my own skin. When my eyes opened, they glowed silver. I could see everything. Smell everything. Feel the vibrations in the air as the Ghost unit moved. Kieran was bleeding from a cut on his arm. Tyra was just managing to keep herself up. The ghost turned its clicking eyes toward me. Target obtained, it said in tones as of grating metal. I smiled, and I knew it wasn't entirely human. "Come and get me." I leaped. Straight into the chaos.

Maya looked at him as his eyes turned pitch black and his face paled similar to that of a dead person? Her heart started beating faster as he came near her; she could not see his legs, it was all fog; suddenly he disappeared and the only fog was around her. For some reason she could feel Roy around her; like his eyes were looking right into hers. he appeared in front of her again in the same form as always; " what are you? " She asked. " A ghost, " he replied.

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

"This island will not be visible to the brothers." As she speaks, the symbols on the ground begin to glow, their light growing brighter and more intense. From within the circle, ghostly spirits emerge, their forms ethereal and terrifying. They have bony hands and skeletal faces, remnants of lives long lost to time. The spirits swirl around me. They touch my chin, lift strands of my hair, their fingers cold, numbing and burning all at the same time, as if their fingers carry the chill of the grave. Their hollow eyes bore into mine, and I can feel their malice, their delight in my fear.