Ghost Readers Novels & Stories

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

The Origin Interceptors The Real Rhys wasn't waiting for the clock. He deployed the Ghost-Hounds. These weren't biological wolves or digital constructs; they were "Remote-Operated" combat drones, piloted by the Origin Corporation’s elite "Black-Ice" hackers. They looked like sleek, chrome spiders, armed with high-frequency "Deletion-Lasers." "They're cutting the nodes!" Jax and Cole screamed, their voices echoing through the city’s smart-audio systems. "The perimeter is shrinking! They're pushing us toward the Origin Tower!"

It was hard for me to even look at. "What the fuck is this?!" I asked in disbelief as I scanned the screen in front of me that is nothing worth looking. "This is the work of an assassin, named Ghost." Shawn explained and all three of us listened him. "I've heard about him. He was on a finish-human-blood-line mission a few years ago. At least that's what people said when they saw how he killed." Logan filled us with the information he had. "And, what makes you think the assassin is he?" Shawn asked looking awfully confident.

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

She knew that to unlock the secrets of the USB stick, she needed the help of a top hacker. Alicia delved into the dark web, searching for clues in hidden forums and chat rooms. Hours passed, and her eyes were slightly red from fatigue, but she dared not show any signs of weakness. Just as she was about to take a break, a codename caught her attention: Ghost. It was said that Ghost was one of the most mysterious and powerful hackers of the present day. He could easily break through any firewall and unlock the most complex encryption. But contacting him was not easy, as his whereabouts were unpredictable and his identity was a mystery.

Soon Gao yu's face started contorting, though Gao yu could see a lot of activities on this floor but he was the only one seeing it. There seems to be a lot of ghosts on patient garb, at first they all seem to be moving towards the same location but after noticing him they all turned to rush after him. Gao yu tried shutting his eyes just as said before not only does Gao yu developed resistance for drug, he also at some point developed resistance for the fear of ghosts. Though they normally made him sick even after he developed resistance but he don't fear them that much now as he used to do

I rushed as I observed both Kyle and Alex hyping themselves up to cause trouble. I took a deep breath and continued. "A ghost is basically an assassin who is above the law, because they neither exist nor is considered nonexistent. They work by contract or freelance. This person has the ability to kill with no remorse and get away with it, because technically he does not exist in the eyes of the law. He has no identity, yet he has multiple identities. No one has ever successfully gotten close enough to a ghost to uncover their true identity and if there is a ghost amongst us then we are all in deep trouble. I do not know for sure if he was hired by Richard or the other people who wish to kill

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

He was young, barely twenty-five, with frightened eyes. "What do you want?" the man wheezed. "Who hired you?" "I don't know his name! I swear! We call him 'The Handler'." "Where is this Handler?" "He moves around. He never meets us in the same place twice. He contacts us through a server. An encrypted app." I glanced back at Rylan. Rylan nodded and pulled out a tablet. "I need the app name." "GhostChat," the man gasped. "But it’s not on the store. You need an invite code."