Ghost Eyes Characters Novels & Stories

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.

The evolution-fest continued for around two more hours, as the evolutions took some time to end, and after that Chaos wanted to name every single one of these little and measly monsters as well to give them one last boost. Will-o-wisps became Ghosts after the miasma, and after being named each Ghost attained some kind of element, there were Inferno Ghosts that used fire, Storm Ghosts that had wind, Dark Ghosts that could wield darkness, and even the rare Bright Ghost, who could use light! All of them were S-Rank, from measly E-Rank monsters such as Will-o-wisps who can barely hurt a weak orc child, this was a great jump!

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!"

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.

He looked at me, eyes filled with dread. I nodded. He answered. The screen filled with darkness at first. Then a figure stepped into the light. A man who looked like an older, colder version of Nikolai. Same stormy gray eyes. Same sharp jawline. But his face was scarred, his expression empty of everything except pure, calculated hatred. “Hello, little brother,” The Ghost said, voice smooth and chilling. “It’s been a long time.” Nikolai’s grip on me tightened painfully. “Elias,” he whispered, voice breaking.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.