Ghost Face Naruto Novels & Stories

"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back. He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler... "...Betelgeuse?" I muttered. "You know them?" Shirai glanced at me.

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

’ The shadow eater swooped at us, almost touching the ninjas above us. Hikari’s grip tightened over me. It was scary, scary to know that I would be alive somewhere but not living or dying. Death seemed a better option than being stuck in between life and death. I cautiously lifted my eyes and the green ghost was peering right into my eyes from the gap that was left between the ninjas who shielded us from above. “Shit! SCATTER!” I yelled and the dome formation of the ninjas broke. Shadow water touched four of the ninjas and all of them succumbed to darkness, leaving behind no trace at all.

Although it was strange it was hilarious so she laughed while pointing it out. "Hey guys, this bitch start talking to herself. Is she playing her role now? What is it again, an evil summoner? Making a deal with the dead?" They laughed again. "Let's not waste time. Drag that liar in some alley." The girl who was initially on the ground said with gritted teeth. One of the girls was about to hold Jia's arms. Bite smiled. "I died quite a long time ago and my soul is stronger than normal ghosts. I have a lot of grievances too so I could do something like this-" He reached out his bloodied hand and it went through the student's stomach who approached Jia.

He showed his right thumb to me, the rows of white teeth that were neatly lined up looked dazzling, very similar to the character Teacher Man in the Naruto story. "Hehehe!" Tch. I shook my head and then got up. Looking for Mama's whereabouts. A light pat on the shoulder made me look back spontaneously. Who else if not Mother. The woman with a dress with a brown head scarf stretched out until her waist was looking at me, hips on her hands. Ouch! So he looks very barbaric. Looks like a gangster thug next door. Mother flicked my forehead. Looks like he knows that I have odd thoughts to him. Trying to avoid the flick, but still hit. I grinned while chuckling holding my forehead.

Looking back, he saw a huge figure standing there. Jade-faced Shura! "If you think so, then I can only tell you that you are really wrong. You still can't do anything to me, but I have hundreds of ways to kill you." Ghost Master sneered. "Really?" The energy in Samuel's hand was slightly circulated, and at this time, there was a strange sneer on the corner of his mouth...

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

Aji Sangkala smiled. Arya Santanu tried to lure Narakashura's head with a fishing rod made of the element of light. He hung the head with a fishing hook that had been given a string of light. Arya Santanu placed it hanging right in front of his face. He realized that Narakashura's face was so plain. There were no eyes, no nose, and no mouth. "Are you dead?" Arya Santanu tried to mock again. He was afraid he was being teased by a demon.

hood. A faint blue glow emanated from beneath, casting an unsettling yet strangely calming light on his features. Anya's breath caught in her throat. Could it be...? "Easy there," the figure chuckled, a dry rasping sound that sent shivers down her spine. "We've been expecting you, Anya." His words confirmed her suspicion. It was Ghost, the mysterious figure from the warehouse. Relief washed over her, a wave that momentarily pushed back the weariness that had settled in her bones.