Ghost Eyes Characters Novels & Stories

I whispered, the name tasting like cold ash. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a god, and not a machine, but a Revenant of the Foundry, his skin still charred by my sunset-gold fire, his eyes glowing with the hollow, blue light of a Man who has already been through Hell. "Welcome back to the Foundry of the Soul, Darlene," Silas growled, his voice a perfect mirror of my own nightmares. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Ghosts she thought she had Buried."

The Villain-me grins with teeth stained black from consuming shadow magic. The Martyr-me bleeds gold from self-inflicted wounds that never heal. The Coward-me trembles, eyes darting for escape routes that don't exist. The Tyrant-me stands with spine straight as a blade, power radiating from her like heat from a forge. The God-me floats inches above the ground, stars spinning in her hollow eye sockets. And the Ghost-me... she's barely there at all, translucent and silent, a whisper of what I could become if I simply gave up.

Kayla was on her other side, quiet and solid, one gentle hand resting on Emily’s shoulder, steady as stone. The Vipers filled the room — Grim at the head, Tank and Hawk leaning forward with dark eyes, Cherry braced in the doorway, smoke curling from her cigarette. And Ghost, pale and still, standing at the far end of the table, his shadow stretching long in the swing of the overhead bulb. Silence pressed in, thick enough to choke. No one spoke. They were waiting for Ghost. His pale eyes swept the table, then landed on Emily. For the first time, she saw the cracks — not weakness, but grief carved deep, the kind a man carried for decades.

Then I saw them. Figures emerged from the shadows. I rubbed my eyes and squinted, perhaps I was seeing wrong. Alpha Sean, the room, everything was gone. The figures were translucent and pale, their eyes were hollow and glowing faintly blue. They surrounded me. I was in the middle of a sea of ghosts, dressed in tattered dresses, cloaks, and crowns.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

No one seems to be able to become her belief. After that, she was sleepy, she closed her eyes to sleep and making the guarding deity confused because he didn’t know how to wake her up. Then Olivia suddenly opened her eyes. The purple pupil looked around and then she said: “Can you show me the way to get out of here? I don’t want to be here!” “...” The guarding deity didn’t say any word. After complaining, Olivia looked at the flower-colored yellow space, wanting to see a hole in it. Suddenly appeared a tall, veiled deity. The deity has long, curly blonde hair was looking at the strange little girl.

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

She blinked against the brightness, pushing herself up slowly, trying to shake off the haze of broken dreams. And then she froze. At the foot of her bed stood a figure. Its face was pale and sunken, blackened veins twisting across skin stretched too thin, eyes hollow pits staring straight into her soul. For a moment, Chloe thought her breath had stopped. Then the scream ripped free from her throat, raw and piercing, shattering the fragile calm of morning. The ghost did not move. It only stared.

he says breathing so heavily, he was so tensed and this is so unusual for a wolf like him, the rest of his guys just stood at their spots, unmoved, they seemed to be trapped with some kind of power and this was Ghost's doing. "You cannot keep on living, the world doesn't deserve people like you, you deserve to rot in hell" Ghost says as he stays still on the air, his eyes showed it all, the pain he had in his heart manifested through his eyes and Gary could not understand how all this had to involve him. "Ghost!!!" The creature, Sonny, slowly calls out realizing it was his old friend coming to his rescue "Ghost.." he slowly calls out again and Gary turns and points the gun at him.