Ghost Teller Naver Webtoon Novels & Stories

he said. "Liar!!" I yelled still scared. I heard him laugh. "I fuc*ing promise not to inject you" he said. Hmm. I don't trust this guy. "I want to spend the night here" I persisted and I heard him sigh. "Didn't mom tell you about the ghost in this house? There's a ghost going around this house at night and it possesses people with strong heart" he said. What? "Won't it possess you!? You're so cruel and your heart is as strong as stone" I snickered.

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.

At this moment, Dolores saw the stunning looking skull without any torso materializing again, she had already begun chanting of her demise in her head to teleport into the white room, consequently, she had simply vanished out of sight from the viewpoint of the ghost. Gwen's ghost stared at the spot where the woman was just present, she manifested her hand and flapped at the area, but still nothing as if the person just evaporated in the air! This kind of dilemma, Gwen had never experienced before, before Gwen was in a satisfactory mood thinking of teasing and likewise killing Dolores today and making her, her pet ghost. Thinking of her failed plan, Gwen couldn't help but scream. Dolores had

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

I knew this man was going to be my doom and I was willing to embrace that doom with opened arms. Silently, I raised a brow, indicating that his presence confused me seeing how he was a stranger who just barged into my space like he owned the place. With an outstretched hand, his deep, rough voice reverberated. “I’m Ghost.” I took his hand, shaking him professionally but startling at how small my hand was compared to his. “Ghost?” I repeated and he hummed a response. “A messenger for the Sanchez’s.” I immediately withdrew my hand from him with a snare. “My meeting was scheduled with the head of your famiglia.” Again, he hummed a response as he threw himself on the couch with a sigh.

June demanded, stepping in front of Dante, clutching the living book like a shield. “I’m the part of the contract you couldn’t destroy,” the shadow whispered, drifting closer. Grass shriveled and died beneath it. “Your Gabe is gone. He went into the Dark Void to hide and became a ghost. The one you met in the Pantry was only a memory the Hunger used to lure you here.” “No!” June shouted, a sharp pain slicing through her chest. Gabe had been her teacher. Only he knew the secret recipes. Realizing she’d been talking to a ghost—she felt gutted. “He saved us! He showed me how to save the Earth!”

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Worriedly, she asked, “You encountered a ghost that can speak?” “I think I did.” On the woman’s face was fright. “That’s terrible! It’s more nightmarish to deal with them since their voices could appear in our dreams. They were a greater headache and they would only pester us for some sort of cause. What did this ghost say?” Nathan tried to remember, and the more he did, the more he felt it was odd. “The guy is not malicious…. And he offered a deal…” He stopped at that. Because a moment later, he realized he could not remember the rest of this so-called deal. He knew the name as he had even looked it up online, but all of a sudden, he could no longer recall it.

Tank submitted gracefully as Luna began her careful magical examination. Through the spelled pin, Ghost felt her confidence returning as she worked. Her fear was still there, but it no longer controlled her. Instead, it drove her to learn more, to grow stronger, to protect what she loved most. "Uncle Ghost?" she called without looking up from her healing. "Will you tell stories while I work? The ones about you and Uncle Tank being young and stupid?" Both men chuckle as she concentrated on healing Tank more. "Hey now," Tank protested while Ghost laughed.