Novel & Cerita Ghost Hood

Spy 1 POV "What do you mean Shiloh's gone?" said the booming voice of Mr. Hansen from the other line. He is burning in anger. "Sir, we didn't see her in her office for the last two days. We thought she was sick. So we checked her apartment tonight and we found out that they were both gone. We came in and we saw the old pictures on her bed with the red box," I told Mr. Hansen. what I saw. I was lucky that I escaped from the police and I was hiding in the abandoned old building. My partner was caught.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

She had to get to the bottom of things and confirm whether it had been Harvey who saved her that night. Sitting in the cab, Wendy tried her best to recall every last detail about that incident. She'd been stalked on the way back to her dorm. The man had covered her mouth and dragged her into an alleyway. When she felt his hand roaming along her body and the blade he pressed against her waist, her heart filled with despair. She thought she was going to die. However, before anything worse could happen, a figure charged forward and knocked her assailant over. Wendy curled up in a corner, her body still shaking profusely. She wanted to call the police, but she ended up fainting from fear. When s

And then, he crossed into the circle. The magic flared—bright, blinding—before collapsing inward with a violent surge of light. A gust of wind roared past us. My hair whipped around my face, and I shielded my eyes. And then… silence. When I opened them again, the circle was gone. And so was Hood. There was no sign of him. No body. No dust. Nothing but empty space where he had stood. Vanished. Just like that. Everything went still. So quiet. The only sound was my own shattered breathing and Mira’s sobs behind me.

If her uncle trusted the human enough to legally take under his wing then she trusted him enough to not question his judgement. Auxilia wasn’t just a guest house, it was Neutral Ground, meaning that all ghouls who wanted to pass on and eat dead human flesh only when necessary, come here for their stock ups, some come here for shelter, others rented and lived here. The point was, the whole place was a ghoul sanctuary. That was why it was called Auxilia Guesthouse and café; Auxilia was greek for ‘help’ or ‘safety granted’.

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

PART ONE: THE TAKING 9:47 PM - The Plaza Hotel, Manhattan The penthouse door opened without a key because Ghost had already handled that part. He'd slipped inside twenty minutes earlier, wearing a maintenance uniform, moving with the mechanical precision of a man who'd spent seven years learning how to be invisible inside systems designed to trap people like us.

The air smelled of mold and rust. Eli’s heart started racing again. The darkness from the ballroom still lingered in his mind. He pulled against the chains, panic rising fresh in his chest. “Hello?” he called out, voice hoarse. “Is anyone there?” A figure stepped out from the shadows in the corner of the room. Tall. Thin. Wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up. The person moved closer until the light from the bulb illuminated their face. Eli’s breath caught. The Ghost.

"Look what crawled out of the drain." Three men stepped into the light. They wore oversized hoodies and tactical vests scavenged from the raid. In the center stood Ghost. He was thinner than I remembered. A jagged scar ran from his ear to his jaw—a gift from the last turf war I’d led before I disappeared. "Ghost," I said. I didn't lower the pipe. "Don't 'Ghost' me, you golden-eyed prick." He spat a glob of phlegm onto the concrete. He raised a heavy-duty revolver. "Except your eyes aren't gold anymore, are they? You look... ordinary. Like the rest of us rats."