Ghost Gumball Novels & Stories

" As he finished, an indescribable stench unfurled, leaving Frank narrowing his eyes in the stink. In a split second, the dark figure before him disappeared, reappearing the next instant behind Frank as if teleporting. "Die!" Ghost bellowed. Frank turned even as he felt the shockwave on his nape but felt the agony in his stomach before he could counter. "Oof…" He gasped, looking down to see that a bandaged hand pierced through his entire stomach. As Ghost pulled out, his hand was now covered in pieces of Frank's innards! "Frank!" Skyler was just coming upstairs and paled when she saw that. "Oh, Torrent's pet? Perfect. I'll wipe you all out right now!" Ghost exclaimed with a maniacal grin, li

He had to move. He snatched the cube. It was cold and vibrated unpleasantly in his hands. He dashed back toward the carriage, but as he drew near, the cube pulsed violently. A ghoul—a smoky, semi-corporeal horror with glowing red eyes and clawed hands—materialized from the shadows and slammed into him.

Laura was still not answering any of my calls forever, and between the Umbrella man’s complete silence and my woman’s disappearance, I didn't have any idea what to make of anything or where I fucking stood! It was like the ground had been pulled away from underneath me and I was tottering in the air looking like a damned Walmart version clown. “Heck, that's not any way to ask a gentleman to-” Ghost started, scratching at the thin stubble on his chiseled jaw before I cut him off, not having the patience to hear the joke through.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

"Miller! Report!" ​The glass doors didn't open. They shattered. ​A flash-bang grenade detonated inside the salon, a wall of white light and a thunderous roar that sent the guests screaming to the floor. Through the smoke and the ringing in their ears, the Ghost appeared. ​He didn't come in shooting. He came in like a shadow.

“Swim in the lake. Go as far as you can until you can’t hear the drum.” In eagerness, he turned his head to get the glimpse of the drum or drummer, he saw nothing, except feeling the heaviness of the air smacking his face. The sound of the invisible drum became rough and faster like a force to make him deaf. Though it played like the Halloween events to mark the entry of the dead. Two are dead, one is alive, still the game continues. Matt’s stomach churned in disgust on eyeing the way Ghost-gramps feasted over the remains of the little cat. He couldn’t even hold it in his hands after the brutal smashing he did to it. It smelled worse than a sewer line. Anyone normal, was far from inhaling th

Teresa swallowed. Yes. Larris eyes widened in horror. Teresa, NO! She reached up. Touched the USB around her neck. She held it between her fingers. The Ghost reached out a hand. Larris struggled, roaring, DON’T GIVE IT TO HER! Teresa stared into the Ghost's masked eyes. And smiled. Catch. She tossed the USB high into the air. In an instant, Larris reacted slamming his elbow backward into the Ghost, sending her stumbling.