Ghost Teller Naver Webtoon Novels & Stories

It listened, tasted the air, and waited. Stories passed from one person to the next. Margaret spoke about an old photograph she had found in a drawer. Sarah talked about picking up groceries alone. A man named Greg described the way hospital hallways still haunted him. Elijah listened without listening. Halfway through Greg’s story, the door opened. Softly this time. No dramatic entrance or noise. Just a figure stepping inside as if he had always belonged in the room. Jaxon. His curls were damp, as though he had walked through rain without caring. His jacket hung open, revealing a thrift-store shirt with fading letters. Water dripped from his cuffs. His smile was smaller tonight, but still b

Ghost raised the pistol to them, their eyes wide with terror. “P-Please, we did our best, we’ve never failed you. You brought him too late,” the physician trembled. They knew the code; the reward of incompetence was death. It’s been like that for centuries, and Ghost won’t stop now. Ghost almost pulled the trigger when the beep pierced through the air like an arrow. The gasps were deafening, and the gun slipped from Ghost’s hand with a light clack. “Does the dead pay the living a visit, or am I dreaming?” a nurse shrieked in disbelief.

Chloe was really dead? No. Impossible. Wasn't this just one of Selena's tricks? How could Chloe be dead? "What... What are you talking about? Chloe can't be dead. You're joking, right? This isn't funny. Tell me this isn't real." Richard grabbed Nick by the collar. His eyes were bloodshot. His voice was almost begging. He needed it to be fake. But reality hit him straight in the face. Everyone around him looked at him with pity. Some even turned away to wipe their tears.

I say, sitting next to my brother, and Wyatt nods, shrugging his shoulder. “I hope the guy didn’t stay alive to tell the tale,” Wyatt says, and I shake my head. “He is alive, barely,” I say, shrugging it off. Ghost was extremely proud and happy because of the bets. Everything was against me, and he bet on me, so he won so much money he couldn’t even count it properly. “Can we talk about the reason we are all here on a Sunday evening?” I let out, and Wyatt nods. “I’ve got intel for you,” Wyatt says, passing me a folder. I frown as I see a picture of a man I have never seen before in my life. “Recognise the guy?” he asks, and I shake my head.

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!"

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

“Can’t complain if they’re dead. I’m assuming you can’t speak to the dead, correct?” The same lip that twitched upward now curled in the echo of a snarl. Now that Ghost had earned himself a spot on her shit list, which from personal experience was not somewhere one wanted to be, she set her sights once more on me. “It was my idea to tell the press you were at a Swedish boarding school. Given your past behavior it was more than believable. Clever, no?” The jab from Ghost must’ve left her feeling particularly cruel because she chuckled. “How’s your stomach, squealer?”

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

Layar ponsel masih menampilkan pesan anonim yang menggantung pikirannya. > "Yang kau bunuh malam itu... bukan yang terakhir yang mengkhianatimu." Langkah kaki mendekat. Ghost muncul di ambang pintu, membawa berkas. “Laporan dari tim kedua,” katanya singkat. Rayder tidak langsung menanggapinya. Ia memandangi Ghost lama, tajam, mencoba membaca sesuatu di wajah lelaki itu. “Ada masalah, Bos?” tanya Ghost.