Novel & Cerita Ghost Face Reveal Cod

the Paladin Commander yelled in shock. He fired his plasma rifle. Instead of a standard golden bolt, the weapon discharged a searing, sapphire streak of phased plasma. It struck a Null-Sentinel square in the chest. This time, the kinetic force wasn't absorbed. The Origin-Code ripped through the anti-matter geometry, shattering the entity into a million harmless pixels. "The Ghost gave us bullets!" Jax roared, swinging his gear-axe as the rain hissed against his leather cut. "Push them back into the void!"

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.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

it shouted. That gesture was not random. Felix had used the simplest soul attack technique from the Phaeron Codex while intentionally weakening his soul energy. After all, Xena had warned against instant kills, as the Phantoms' arrival served to gather information. This was his only option. The Phantom staggered in circles, clutching its head before collapsing. Though it appeared unharmed, its soul was destroyed, and it was now dead. The three mouths dissipated, revealing a blonde middle-aged man.

“Security is intense. Automated turrets, encrypted locks, and drones scanning every corner. Stay sharp.” Riccardo’s grip tightened on his sidearm. “We’ll take what we came for and get out. No mistakes.” Camilla’s heart pounded as they reached the central chamber — a cathedral of servers humming with unnatural life. A shadow flickered on the screens — a digital specter. “Welcome,” a distorted voice echoed. “I have been waiting.” The ghost code revealed itself not as a program, but as a fractured consciousness — part human, part machine — shaped by years of exile and digital evolution.

Luca sat across from me, silent like always, cleaning the barrel of his hk-416 with the devotion of a priest blessing a cross. Raphael tapped away on a burner phone like he was texting a lover. In a way, I guess he was, except her name was Code, and she always said yes. “Security feed?” I asked. Raphael didn’t look up, “Dead, we're ghost.” I smiled, “Let’s haunt.”

Reaching out to his face, Hunter peeled off the thin layer of human skin. The disguise fell away effortlessly, revealing Lucas’ striking features beneath. Sharp jawline, the cold confidence of a man who had always been in control. And his hazel eyes. A collective gasp echoed through the room. The room fell dead silent as Carlo’s eyes widened in disbelief. Even Vince’s eyes widened in shock. “What’s wrong, Carlo?” Lucas asked provokingly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Carlos’ fists clenched. “You’re not dead?”

The call is picked up at once. "Hello," a deep, masculine voice cuts through the speaker. "Hello," I reply. I skip the introduction, keeping my identity vague, as the other person's identity is also anonymous, except for their trade name, "Ghost," and their reputation as one of the best for extracting information about anyone or anything. "Am I speaking with 'Ghost'?" I ask. "You are," the man confirms.

Not even if God Himself would decide to forgive her. As she waited with bated breath, approaching footsteps could be heard from the door. Using the tanks as reflection, she could vaguely see the people entering. It was Fakey McBaldy, Gollum, the female player, one man and the last to enter was Undertaker. They entered cautiously with their guns in position. “Five,” thought Gray to herself. “Four down.”

Now that Codi is on the other side of the house with a nanny, we have a little wiggle room, but not much. “Is that what Milo tells you?” I lift onto my tiptoes to prolong the feeling of his teeth on my skin until my eyes flicker open. “Yeah. He can go fuck himself tonight.” Ghost says in a muffled voice. He is watching me through the mirror, still smiling, with his teeth clamped onto my skin.