Ghost Face Reveal Cod Novels & Stories

There's no time for pleasantries, not with Cody, not with Luca's 48-hour clock ticking down. Cody takes a shaky sip of his beer, then nervously wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Conall… yeah. Heard some whispers.” He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “He’s been spotted, yeah. In the city. Popping up at odd times.” My heart pounds a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This is it. Concrete information. “Where?” I ask, surprising myself with the intensity in my voice. Milo shoots me a quick glance, a subtle warning, but I can’t help it. This is too important.

Melina was dazzled by his muscles, he had changed a lot, back the he was the plainest of them all, he wore shaggy un ironed clothes, he never cared about his looks, but now he wore a signed leather jacket, Melina wondered. She drilled for him, she felt like a loser choosing Owino over him. She gashed in front and asked in fury, Melina was not good at surprises. “What are you doing here?” she demanded as she dumped her messenger bag on the couch and threw off her scurf. She wanted him to notice her designer jacket as well. “Aha!” Leon acted cool. “I see you still hate surprises.” Leon teased her “Come on guys, I missed you t….” he pouted as he pranced to them and wrapped his hands around his

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

A few minutes later, Melinda came in, smiling. *** "Your mission is still yet to be accomplished, Cilia." A voice spoke from behind me, and I flinched in surprise. I turned, and my heart raced as I saw a hooded urchin standing in the doorway. "Do you think I'd like you to carry out your mission so smoothly?" He chuckled and stepped closer to me. I glanced around, making sure Sofia and Melinda didn't see it. My senses took a few moments to convince me that the pair were totally unaware of what was happening, and once they'd set the table for dinner, they calmly proceeded to the kitchen and continued the main course without acknowledging us.

“Then… what is it?” Kade turned to the glowing console. Then he said something that made Ayesha’s blood run cold. “It’s a person.” The Ghost in the Machine Silence. Then Adrian scoffed. “That’s impossible.” Kade tapped the screen, bringing up a blurred digital profile. “It’s very possible.” He smirked. “Because Phantom? Is still alive.” Ayesha’s mind spun. Her father’s work. Revenant. The war they had fought to stop. It had all been a cover-up for something even bigger.

Bandages visible under his sleeve despite the heat. The man's face wasn't completely visible, but the missing eye was enough. The stiff gait was enough. The profile matched the Council operative they'd identified through Gianna's connections. Marcus Coleman. Also known as Ghost. Dante stared at the image for a long time. "Where is he now?" Dante asked. "We're tracking him," Marco said. "We have alerts on every camera in the city. Every toll booth. Every..." "I don't care about the process," Dante interrupted. "I want to know where he is. I want to know where I can find him."

Silas looked at the rift—the wound in reality that was still bleeding energy. "We jump," he said. "Again." "But this time," a new voice said, "you're going to have company." I turned around. Standing in the ruins was my father, Aris Vance. But he wasn't dust. He was a "Ghost-Code," a shimmering blue figure that looked like a hologram. He was holding a small, silver device—the same one he had used in the lab.

They were just the first ones to Win. The Assassination Attempt: The Ghost-Code As Elara walked toward the Central Chamber to present their Sovereign Credentials, the air around her began to De-rez. "Elara, move!" Rhys screamed. A Ghost-Code Assassin—a mercenary program that could manifest a physical blade in the real world—stepped out of the shadows of the station’s sub-routine. It was sent by the Junior Architects, the radical faction of the Father’s company that refused to accept the Council’s verdict.

"You'll be fine. You're too mean to die." Lucky shook his head once, grimacing in pain at the movement. "Get…this…son of…a bitch," he ground out. "Kill him." Grey knew exactly who he meant. Fantasma. Ghost. Everyone in the intelligence community knew of him, but identifying him was another thing. Probably the main reason they called him Ghost. He was invisible, leaving no trace and evaporating into the night. But JSOC had gotten a lead on who it might be, information they shared with no one except Grey's SOG team. The more the information was shared, the greater the chance for disaster.

“But I saw scares in his body. Can you tell me who did it to him?” Cody’s eyes widened as he processed my words, a mix of shock and understanding crossing his face. As he lowered his head, hiding his face, I could sense his internal struggle between anger and acceptance. “Tell me who did this to him,” I asked, forcing my Alpha tone to come through, commanding Cody to reveal the truth. His shoulders tensed. I could feel his resistance but knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the secret for long. “I.. I...” he hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper.