Ghost Eyes Characters Novels & Stories

Arriving there, the surroundings were dark as it looked like construction had not yet begun in that area. Cael looked at Kyra as she grabbed him in his hand. Kyra’s nail almost sank into Cael’s skin. Standing next to Kyra was a ghost woman with no eyes, with tears of blood and her lips pressed to her ear and whispering. ‘Help her.’ Kyra closes her eyes and her whole body trembles. That ghost was weird, so she was very close to Cael. Kyra didn’t look back, but she nodded at the female ghost. “Kyra, what happened?” Cael asked.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

"Grace, honey, look at me. Look at Daddy. Close your eyes." "He says I can't, Daddy," Grace whispered. Her small body was rigid, her white eyes fixed on the empty space. "He says if I close my eyes, the dark will come back forever. He says he's the one who kept the 'Saints' alive." The Drama of the Heart: The Ghost in the Blood Jinyan stepped into the room, his boots crunching on the shattered glass of a picture frame. The temperature was dropping. He could see his own breath—a white plume of fear in the sapphire strobe light.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

The old clock in the safe house ticked faintly, as if silently counting the passage of time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Alicia held her breath and slowly made her way to the door, peering through the peephole. She saw a familiar face - the Ghost and Nova. Alicia let out a sigh of relief and opened the door to let them in. The Ghost was still tall and silent, with his long black hair neatly combed back and his electronic glasses reflecting cold light. Nova, on the other hand, appeared more alert, with her silver short hair looking like it had been dyed recently and her sharp gaze scanning every corner of the room.

We remained like that for some seconds, and the coldness grew worse. With my eyes, I begged her to persevere - to hold her breath for some time so we could go undetected by the ghouls. The plan worked, and I saw the dark shadow of a ghoul pass by us. Ithra’s eyes widened when she saw the thing, and I urged her to close her eyes, using myself as an example of what she needed to do. The Ghouls had no eyes. They could only tell if you were alive by your heartbeat and breathing - two of which temporarily seized from us at the moment.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

And I had told the council and Arnou about them but they had not marked it strange. However, it was too much of a coincidence for all the ghost wolves to have the same eye color. “Simon, are you certain they all had golden eyes?” I asked again just to be sure. “Yes, I’m absolutely certain. One of the ghost wolves who had come back to attack pack members was my friend who had died while we were teenagers. He had grey eyes.”

Suddenly from the bloody punch, the punch wrapped inside flew back, not pointing, stabbing the Ghost Scene Female General's palm. This attack is delicate and subtle, and all directions are magical, even if it is under the attack of Asura God, they will instantly win back the immortality. But at this moment, Ghost Scene Female General's two pupils suddenly emerged a deep purple light. The fluorescent purple irises are gentle, the spirit is illusory, the light image has not yet arrived, it is illusory into hundreds of billion shades. In the middle, Haunt Uncle only felt depressed spirit, chaotic mind, almost indistinguishable from six senses.

"Is this Ghost when she was a puppy?" Danica asks. Ghost jumps up at the mention of her name. Danica is looking at the picture frames in the hallway. "Yeah, that's what she looked like when Jay brought her home. She's four now," I nod. Ghost runs down the stairs and starts to bark wanting to go outside. The sound of her bark makes Danica jumpy. Her eyes flare a deep almost red amber. The eyes of a wolf who's familiar with killing. "You'll get used to it,"