Ghost Face Reveal Cod Novels & Stories

“What?” Charlotte sighs like she’s tired of pretending. “May as well get it over with. I know you’re going to run straight back and tell the entire club anyway.” I glance at Echo, waiting for him to explain, and he finally does. “A few years ago, we had an issue with a member, Jacko” he says. I remember him. “Things went south. Ghost went to deal with it. Only when he got there, the body was already gone. A day later, we got a message. No signature. Just a location and a code. Inside a safety deposit box was everything we needed, proof of his crimes. Cleaned up so tightly there wasn’t even a trace of blood left behind.”

“Kayson, this expert who’s skilled in disguising is Brody Gomez. People call him Thousand-Faced Phantom. He’s incredible in his disguising skill. “Unless a smasher checks with soul energy, the closest person to the disguised person wouldn’t be able to distinguish the difference.” Kayson was bewildered. That was Charis’ grandfather!

Ciara would be staying back. "Is he…dead?" The announcer asked in awe, just as Ghost got to the door. He turned, to get a good look. The Asian fighter was lying lifeless, foaming from his mouth. The place was in chaos. Ghost turned around and left the building. Just then, he got a message from Scar. He took out his phone and checked it out. *mission accomplished.*

“Someone named Donovan Gray. He was Celeste’s fixer before she took the throne. But he got cold feet. Tried to blow the whistle”. Damon’s face darkened. Let me guess, he’s the whistleblower who died in that ‘accident’. Marcus nodded grimly. “Until this morning, we thought so. But he’s been flagged in her encrypted directories under something called a ghost protocol. Meaning his death might’ve been faked. He could be alive”. Juliette leaned forward, eyes blazing. “That’s our angle. If we find him, we can crack her whole empire open”.

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

He was trying to control his laughter. " Don't worry, you can also hug me, my beautiful girlfriend. I won't mind at all. That ghost can't hurt you, I am here. " I swear I have never had this acute desire to kill anyone to date. I swear, I could kill him with my bare hands. I was so scared and he was grinning like a fool. Oh, someone stop this movie or I am going to have nightmares. I am going to die of a heart attack and then I will become a ghost myself. I will haunt him forever, I would take revenge.

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.

“Camela! Keep calling me…I’ll track you no matter how many times he tries to hide you!” Suddenly, there was a new sound echoing in the air—footsteps. They weren’t Camela’s. They weren’t the ghost's whispers either. He turned around sharply. A tall man walked forward, wearing a red glove on one hand and a smile as sharp as blades. The ghost's voice didn't float through the air anymore. It came directly from the man's throat now: “At last, fox. Face me as I truly am.” Vincent bared his teeth, his claws glistening with danger as he whispered, “You…”

Everyone looked. A figure appeared near the edge of the recording. Only for a second. Barely visible. Moving between shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Calm. The timestamp showed it happened after the battle. After the attackers died. The figure approached one of the corpses. Knelt. Removed something. Then disappeared. Marco frowned. "That's him?" Gabriel nodded. "I think so." The image zoomed closer. Not enough to reveal a face. But enough to show something else.