Ghost Face Novels & Stories

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.

Cold breeze brought goosebumps on their body. "Helllooo dear frieenndd." A ghost whispered, her presence was felt close to Helen. Her presence brought fear to everyone, it sent shivers to everyone's spines. She appeared in a smoky form, each time, she would deliberately fade away or appear in a human form but in a smoky way, without skin, only Helen could see her human form because she only revealed herself to Helen as a result of her closeness to her. Everybody froze staring at the smoky sight fading and coming together.

" I think I must go now, I am really tired. I couldn't sleep for the whole night. " " Ok, good night. " Gautam said. " Yeah, good night... " I said and turned to go but I couldn't go inside like that... I have always been scared of horror movies... What if a ghost is waiting for me inside??????

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

"The makeup that works for humans doesn't work well for ghosts. Soft, natural looks rarely hold up on dead skin. We want to highlight your strengths and showcase what makes you unique. "From a powerful, commanding vibe to a vintage look, sweet-and-cool style, icy elegance, or retro flair, I'll guide you through several options so you can find the one that suits you best." "And of course, don't forget skincare. Ghosts love being out at night, but staying up late is terrible for your skin. Try to stick to a healthy sleep schedule whenever you can."

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

But the way she had treated my Queen of Ice on the stairs earlier made me want to snap her neck on the spot. "Your accent sounds like you're from North Africa. Is it true that nobody has seen your face because it's ruined? And you had a scar?" It was true. The real Ghost had a scar on his face. The legendary Ghost they knew had died months ago. I had taken his identity and used his name to find a way inside the Bratva. I pulled my arm free from her grasp and walked away. I couldn't stand her, not even for a second. I kept searching the room for Irina among the domestic staff, but her beautiful face was nowhere to be seen.

And then he smiled. “Ghost,” he said softly, almost like a man greeting an old acquaintance. “I’ have been waiting for you.” Ghost’s face was bloodied and bruised, his lips split, his left eye nearly swollen shut. Yet there was still defiance in his eyes, the flicker of pride refusing to die. Adrian chuckled. “You really thought you could sneak into my estate… disguised?” he shook his head, a dark laugh slipping past his lips. “You’re losing your edge.”