Ghost Hood Novels & Stories

Then—a low, dry voice echoed from the shadows. “You look older.” Liam’s hand went to his sidearm. “That’s rich coming from a ghost.” A man emerged from the shadows behind the altar. Gaunt. Pale. Wrapped in layers of torn clothing and an old military coat, his face mostly hidden beneath a hood. His eyes—icy blue—gleamed with feral intelligence. “You brought company,” Ghost said, stepping forward slowly. “That’s new. I thought you preferred to work alone. Or are you finally in over your head?”

Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it. Hugo grabbed Cael, and they quickly teleported. It startled the ghost when two hunters suddenly appeared in front of him and thrust the katana into his chest. Everyone turned towards the portal that was suddenly open. It was a mixture of darkness and light. A creature came out of there. It was like what they saw in the swimming gym on Halloween. They could see fear and shock on its face. A hooded creature came out of the portal. The wings almost remove the feathers. It was wearing a long skirt with a broken hem. Also, it was holding a scythe and they could not see its face. “The grim reape

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

The driver respectfully opened the door for Grand Old Master Ares and assisted him to get out of the car. Cole and Carson hid in the humvee to watch the drama unfold. "Shoot them! Why are all of you just standing here? Are you waiting for me to welcome them in to celebrate the new year together? With Grand Old Master Yorks’ command, dozens of projectiles were immediately thrown at Jay and the others. Jay hurried to protect Angeline. The Ghost members quickly formed a human barricade around Jay and the others. When the projectiles fell to the ground, they turned into plumes of poisonous smoke. The Ghost members took off their clothes and used them as shields. The projectiles were all bounced

He said, once again he started moving without giving it a command. Akihoto was still curious to know. "And who is she?" He asked. "I can't tell you that's yet." "How come I can see ghosts?" "We share the same body for now, you can't see them but I can, which is why I am using you as my disguise. You are temporally a Divine Helper." He said, they walked towards the town, and Kazu felt its changes, how scared the people were, this was never the Greenville he knew, the town was rather frighten.

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

With something feral and electric humming under my skin. Another growl sounded deeper, commanding. The wolves froze. A figure stepped from the shadows. Not a wolf. Not entirely human either. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his eyes a molten gold that pinned me in place. His presence pressed down on the clearing like gravity itself. The other wolves lowered their heads instinctively. A rogue, my mind whispered, though I had no idea how I knew. He looked at me the way a hunter looks at prey and then the way a man looks at something that shouldn’t exist.

Gasps, screams, chaos ripple around us. A violent gust of wind slams into us, knocking bodies to the ground. The earth trembles. My heart lurches. Scar. I can’t even reach him. And then, silence. Everything stills. Just like that. I push myself up slowly, breath uneven, pulse racing, and I see it. A glowing portal. Right in front of us. Everyone stares. Frozen, waiting. And then a figure steps out. A hooded man. Head lowered. Something inside me twists with recognition. This can't be possible. Slowly, he lifts his head. Pushes back the hood and the world stops.

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.