Ghost Lights Webtoon Novels & Stories

His eyes went wide, and he started grabbing at his neck, frantically trying to breathe. Spider moved forward, trying to help him. I wished there were a spider as large as the web on his hand, one that could bite him and leave him dead on the ground. Suddenly, he cried out, flinging his hand around, shouting about pinchers as big as teeth. He all but forgot Snake was still struggling to breathe. Ghost was next. I imagined him as pale and see-through as the name I’d given him. When he reached for Snake, his hands passed straight through him. He tried again and again, the same result each time. There was genuine fear on his face when he turned to me.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.

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.

Ria lay down on her bed and tried to sleep. The clock showed it was almost dawn but her eyes still couldn't close. She was still awake with the scene replaying in her head. Why was she silent when a man was touching her?! Not only was it the opposite sex, but that man wasn't human either! He's a ghost!. Ria rolled over and hugged her face with a pillow. She couldn't help but blush and blush. Gosh what was that? **

I sent out the message, feeling my throat dry up instantly, I leaped from the bed, grabbed a bottle of water from the table, and gulped it down with my eyes glued to my screen. The dots reappeared again. My eyes darted to the time, it's almost midnight and I should be asleep by now but ain't no way I'm going to bed without knowing what the hell is going on here. Ghost: You don't know what I'm talking about, or you are pretending not to know? Tell me what lies he told you about your best friend's death and then I might explain myself

“Breathe with me. One… two… three.” Leah breathed. The world tilted, then steadied a little. “Now,” Ghost said. “Tell me exactly where you heard it.” “It was under the east beam,” Leah said. “Near the big server. He was holding it. He said he could fix it. He shouted for me to leave.” Ghost closed his eyes for a second. He opened them. “We go slow. We go as a team.” They started crawling. The air tasted like metal. Sparks fell like slow rain.

He blinks and a bat with bloody spikes was pointed at him. He is sure that it will be very painful, and in one shot he'll die. He closed his eyes, and the bat met his forehead. Worm-like holes were buried in his forehead, and blood was dripping to his neck. His face was covered with blood, and his eyes turned white. He's dead. Kristine's next. He kneeled next to Lance's dead body and pulled a white string from the dead body. The white string turned into a ghost, pulled away to its body. The ghost was sucked by a purple orb, floating up from Draven's back.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."