Ghost Ocs Novels & Stories

The dinner plate was overturned and crashed onto the floor with a piercing noise. Patrick’s hands trembled uncontrollably, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp. He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?"

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

MARCO PECKED AT THE computer keys with his index fingers. He'd never picked up two-handed typing, and whenever possible, he kept far away from a computer. Especially if other people were around. This was an exception. Ghost paused from time to time to glance at Marco and snort. They didn't have time to toss the shit back and forth. At 10 a.m., Ghost had flipped the switch on his bit of code, locking everyone out of the Good Global network. It was time to force Fiona to come to them, before it was too late.

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

The system announced, "The game rules are now active, and players may not withdraw. All 100 players have been deployed. "Welcome to the 'Ghost Cruise'. Remember: you are all stowaways, so good luck staying alive." A flash of white light burst out, and we were all transported onto a cruise ship floating on the open sea. The system gave each of us a card that we could use to make purchases anywhere on the ship. However, it only had 50 dollars loaded on it. My interface displayed three stats: hunger, thirst, and energy, and all three were currently in order. Once any of them hit zero, the player would be eliminated immediately.

Echo, Knox, and Blaze rush in, separating them by sheer force. “Enough!” Echo barks, dragging Bone back by the collar. Knox plants himself between them, pushing Ghost toward the other side. “You wanna explain this bullshit?” Knox growls, his voice tight with frustration. Ghost wipes a trickle of blood from his lip, still grinning. “Just letting Bone know she’s free. And if she’s free, I’m fucking her all night long.” Bone snarls, fighting against Echo’s grip. “Over my dead body, you are.”

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.