Ghost Hood Novels & Stories

Celeste said and Xayne stopped punching the bag. "Do I have your attention now?". "Are you serious, Celeste?". "I am, he had a cap covering his face and a hood over it, Geez his lips were captivating, I can't believe a ghost picked interest in me". Celeste said. "Did you say hood? Black hood, he's pretty tall". "Um how did you know?". "Damn! I'm not crazy after all, it's real, he's real ". Xayne whispered. .

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.

Diamond stuck her tongue out her human. Kydence being the Shadow Guard she is, she climbed down the tree and silently sat down next to her male. He had his eyes closed, Kydence watched for a few minutes, she couldn’t help but trace her fingertip along his scar from the middle of his forehead, it ran down his left eye to right below his left ear.

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

Chapter One: A New Beginning Aqua’s heart raced as she walked through the imposing iron gates of Crestwood High. Another town, another school, another chance to start over—if only it were that simple. At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her.

The man in the hood stood ahead, his gun glinting with cold intent, while the SUV’s engine growled closer, boxing me in. My breath hitched, my heart hammering in my ears. I was trapped, no knife, no car, just a little over sixty bucks. “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice shaking but sharp, trying to buy time. My eyes darted, searching for any escape. The man’s lips curled, his voice low and mocking. “You’re Lynx, aren’t you? Ghost Clan’s got a nice price on your head. Thought you’d be harder to catch.”

“Yeah, why?” “Nothing. This area looks quite rough.” “Yeah. I guess that’s why it’s called ‘The Hood’. “It sure lives up to its reputation, coupled with the fact that this area makes Atlanta one of the cities with the highest murder rate in the country.” Mike looked at the GPS screen in his car and announced. “We’re almost there.” He took a turn to the left and parked beside a side walk as Kimberly opened the door and walked down the lonely street to a grey one story building apartment.

"You stay here with them. When they wake up, they won't care about the paperwork. They will drag you to a warehouse and hurt you just to send a message to your father wherever he is." I looked at the thug with the broken wrist. He was starting to move. "Or," Declan said, "you get in my car. You work for me, and you pay off the debt." "What kind of work?" I asked. My voice trembled. Declan looked me up and down. "You have no scent," he said. "For a wolf, that makes you a ghost. I have a use for a ghost." A siren wailed in the distance. It was getting closer.

In slow motion like movies, the godfather stretched his hand and a black portal appeared. They wore their black hood that covered their face and marched toward the portal. It absorbed them in and they vanished with it. . . THE END, FOR NOW, WATCH OUT FOR THE NEXT SEASON

Where the world forgets I exist. I exhale. But before I can find my balance… I’m yanked back. A hand grips the back of my hoodie, pulling me with force. My back slams against the greenhouse wall, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I barely get a gasp out before fingers hook under my hood, ripping it back. I don’t scream. I can’t. Electricity arcs through my body, searing my skin and settling under my flesh. I don’t have to open my eyes to know how it is. Some ghosts don’t need a face to haunt you.