Ghost Eyes Characters Novels & Stories

It echoes through the entire city, a signal for soldiers and Strikers to prepare for battle. He'd known. My face turns whiter than it already is as I scrabble towards the window, looking out at the field over the barrier walls. All that darkness in the horizon are Karensa soldiers. And even from this far away, I see the Ghosts. They are the humans turned into monsters, their large figures almost like wolves as their blood-red eyes search for their next kill. I need to help. Stay in bed. That is an order. Ezra. My face suddenly goes ashen as I realize what he'd chained me to. Had he said that to try and keep me safe? Keep me out of the way?

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.

The wolf turned his huge head toward me and quickly nodded—I caught a glimpse of his light blue, almost white, icy eyes—before he sprinted off. "No wonder his name is Ghost," I muttered to myself. "With eyes like those, he would send warning shivers down his enemies' spines." "I don't mind his eyes," Willow chirped dreamily. "I find them very cool. Those icy eyes would extinguish the flames right out of me!" I chuckled at her stillness. "You two will end up like fire and ice," I warned. "Like you and Alex?" She hinted, wagging her eyebrows up and down. "Everyone can feel the tension between you two, not to mention that wherever you go, you two leave the places all steaming up! By the way, wh

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.

“Thought they all died?” “How did just the two of them survive amongst all?” “Heard that Rhea beat Top agent black and blue.” “Really dumb idea to come back to Ghost as a failure…” That last word got to Syke and he exchanged quick glances with Chloe. Chloe smiled at him and kept moving, unbothered by their words and Syke was almost suspicious of her, the way she walked towards her doom, undaunted, and with a wide grin across her face. The door of the throne room opened at Chloe’s knock and the full room came into view at once. Syke almost peed his pants at the sight of Ghost at the far end of the room. His sea green eyes were fixed on them as they approached him and his glowing silver hair l

The ghost wore white trousers, a white face cap, and a white long sleeve. The ghost had its hands in his pocket, and he was staring deeply into my eyes, with a lovely gaze. 'Could this place be a ghost hospital?' Because that could explain the reason why my family members aren't here.

"But they don't protect against the ghosts of the pact. Ligeia didn't send sirens. She sent the Shadows of the fallen Scribes." A pale, translucent figure drifted through the wooden door as if it weren't there. It looked like a woman, but her eyes were hollow pits of ink, and her fingers were long, skeletal quills. "The Ancestors," I whispered, my heart freezing. "They think I’m a traitor for being with you." The ghost let out a silent, soul-piercing scream. Around us, the walls of the cabin began to weep black ink, the liquid pooling on the floor and rising like snakes.

Something about them, something known yet terrible. Though my feet stayed stuck to the ground, my instincts shouted for me to run, to go as far away as possible. The one that seemed like the head moved in closer till at last I could see some of their characteristics. Their eyes seemed to devour the light around them, like black holes, nothingness. Their skin pale and sickly, as if they were more of ghosts than living creatures, they were clad in gloomy, ragged garments. But my breath stopped in my throat because of their aura, that sense of power.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto