Novel & Cerita Ghost Ocs

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

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.

She widened her eyes in feigned anger, though she couldn't hide the joy in her voice as she exclaimed, "It's only been five years since we last met, Nathan! Have you already forgotten all about your little college junior? Be careful now, or I'll complain to Professor Kelley about this!" Slowly, the face before me merged with the memory of the teary-eyed young woman I'd met at the research lab five years ago. Staring at her in surprise, I said, "You're Cecily!" Five years ago, just before I graduated, Professor Kelley took on a new protege named Cecily Lowe. I was too busy with my graduation to interact much with her. The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her res

CHAPTER 66 — Awakening of the Ghost The blue light erupted from the orb, filling the shattered church with a brilliance that burnt my retinas. Every shard of glass, every splinter of wood, trembled with energy. The air vibrated, thick with raw power, and the smell of ozone made my lungs scream. Luca… no, the vessel inside the orb—he screamed. Not a scream of fear, but of awakening. Every pulse of light was his heartbeat, every crackling surge a cry of freedom.

I don't see the possibility of things becoming okay because I have never heard of a situation where a ghost came back to life but I have seen in movies where someone became a ghost because they had some unfinished business and after that is sorted out, they vanished and I think that might be my situation, I just need to figure out what my unfinished business is. "Thanks so much Enzo for all your support and help." I said truthfully just as he pulled up by the gate. "You have to input the passcode, it's 0808. That's my birthday." I pointed out as he punched in the pin and the gate opened up. "Wow, eight of August. It's a few months away, hopefully we would have figured out your situation by t

A crimson banner of text bled across the sky outside my window, visible only to those already marked. The global announcement pulsed with a cold, digital heartbeat. "A-Class Instance: 'Apocalypse Academy' initialized. Five new players randomly selected. Commencement in thirty minutes." On the muted TV screen below it, a news anchor’s face was grim. "…confirmed. The legendary player known as Gale-001 has been declared deceased within the S-Class Instance 'City of Mists.' The Crescent Guild reports her entire inventory of Artifacts is missing. Sources are reliable."

He brushed past all of us, muttering under his breath about “idiots who think they’re smarter than they are.” Roc was pacing again. Sara sat on the edge of the desk, arms wrapped around herself. Wolf leaned against the wall, watching Ghost like he was a bomb about to go off. Ghost dropped his bags, opened his laptop, and started plugging in cables like he’d been here a hundred times. I stepped forward. “Ghost. We got a video.” He didn’t look up. “I heard.” Roc swallowed hard. “Marco...” Ghost held up a hand. “Save it. I’ll see it myself.”

We didn't take a convoy; we traveled in our shifted forms, two shadows racing across the moonlit plains. The Ossuary was a crumbling ruin of white stone, hidden deep within a canyon. As we approached, the air turned frigid. I could feel the presence of the Ghost Council before I saw them. They weren't alive, but they weren't dead either. They were echoes—wraiths of the old world held together by sheer spite and the remnants of the Council’s forbidden magic. "Welcome home, daughter of the void," the Elder’s voice rasped from the darkness of the tomb.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.