Ghost From Star Wars Rebels 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.

After saving Rey, Gerald threw his Soul Chain toward the ghost. The Soul Chain flew toward the female ghost. However, the female ghost was not an easy target. She waved her red ribbon to block the Soul Chain. Not giving her any chance, Gerald leaped forward and rushed toward the female ghost. Gerald’s speed was so fast that the female ghost didn’t have any time to react. Then, Gerald stabbed the female ghost with his Astrabyss Sword. “Exterminate!” Gerald shouted angrily in a deep voice. With that, the Astrabyss Sword emitted a dark blue flame and engulfed the female ghost.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

She staggered a few steps, her eyes closed, breath steaming from her nose in a single long stream. "Oh my God! Not now Jelnimia...!" Malison quickly halted his movement, holding her hand, as she fell to the ground, she was near unconscious and blood gushed out from her mouth. Hot light flared, a bolt of flame blasted towards them. Even with his shoulder he felt the vibrations in the ground beneath him and at the very last moment he felt a shock which almost knocked him off his feet. The blazed section of his lamptern went dim, and in a flash, a pillar of light appeared with a blinding shockwave, making Jelnimia scream out in anguish as it tore open, almost consuming them.

“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.

“Your Queen is slower than I expected.” “She’s not here,” Zane muttered. “How do you know?” “Because that wasn’t her.” His jaw tensed. “That was him.” Renna’s smile died. “You can’t mean, ” “Yes,” Zane said. “The Ghost Alpha.” A rebel soldier stumbled backward, terror widening his eyes. “He’s here?” “No,” Zane answered quietly. “But he’s watching.” A hush rippled through the battlefield as if something unseen crawled just beneath the earth.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Clad in armor that seemed to glow with spectral light, the rider wielded a whip that crackled with dark energy. "It's him," Silas whispered, his voice trembling with recognition. "It's my father." The others turned to Silas, shock and confusion etched on their faces. "Your father?" Marinetta asked, trying to piece together the implications. Silas nodded, his eyes never leaving the ghostly figure. "He died many years ago, but it seems his spirit has returned, driven by a need for vengeance." The ghost rider dismounted, moving towards them with a menacing grace. Silas stepped forward, his heart heavy with a mix of dread and determination.

“Already there.” Sparks arced from the west tower as his team cut their own lines; if the enemy wanted to chew on our nerves, they’d get dead cables and a shock for dessert. Ghost’s people used grapnels to haul up the chassis of a heavier drone, ripping its belly open and feeding it grenades until it coughed smoke. “Eyes on ground,” Ghost said. “They’re not just machines.”