Ghost Eyes Novels & Stories

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.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

I shrug at Ghost as the Collector snaps up at him. “What group am I?” I ask Ghost; he doesn’t look back at the computer, which means he’s already looked for the information. I can’t say I blame him; I’d want every bit of information I can get if I were travelling with someone like me. "E," Ghost says flatly. “What the fuck is group E and why is Elle in it?” Ghost snarls down at him; his eyes change to a flat red colour, making him look like a demon, when he looks at me, his eyes have returned to normal. I wonder if his eyes going red are like when Gideon’s turn yellow.

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.

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.

[The Ghost Army] The heavy oak door of the wine cellar didn't just open; it exploded inward, reduced to a spray of splinters by a synchronized kinetic charge. Through the dust, four Ghost units moved with a terrifying, insectoid grace. Their tactical visors weren't glowing with the standard blue of the Regency; they were pulsing with a deep, oily black—the mark of the Heir. "Dante!" I screamed, diving behind a row of ancient, dust-covered casks.

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

To suppress the scream in my throat, I pinched myself to stay focused, but the ghost had noticed me. Its bloodshot eyes locked onto me, like it was about to lunge and tear me apart any second. Soon, every other ghost seemed to sense something and slowly turned its head toward me too. Dozens of empty or blood-filled eyes stayed fixated on me. Great. It seemed like today was the day I died for sure. I squeezed my eyes shut, only to hear faint voices echoing in my mind, carrying different tones and inflections. "A human! It's a human! She looks so well-behaved!"