Ghost Teller Naver Webtoon Novels & Stories

Even from us—especially from us. “Liar,” the ghost muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes so hard I swear I saw my own brain. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if one day I woke up with them permanently rolled into the back of my skull. “Tell me more about yourself,” he added, hopping up onto my desk, arms crossed. “Why would I do that?” I replied flatly while sweeping the floor, not even looking at him. “It won’t hurt. I’m a ghost, not a stalker,” he said with a strange mix of sarcasm and… bitterness. That caught me off guard. His face didn’t show much, but his voice cracked slightly on that last word.

Liliana did not believe her, and immediately wanted to reject it, at that moment, a strange voice came from outside. "Welcome to the Eternal Land, I hope you guys will have a fun and amazing time at Eternal Academy." Liliana was so excited when hearing that. "Oh my God! Olivia, you're right! Did you learn through astrology or spiritual arts or something? " Olivia didn't say anything. She took Liliana's hand directly and dragged her to the door. Through the doorway, Olivia and Wiliana could see Pure was talking to someone. That was an old woman, probably ten thousand years old.

The wild ghost said, "I smelled a strong stench of corpses here and only then did I realize that this is a gathering place for our kind. I just greeted them earlier and they told me a particularly valuable piece of information: it turns out that in this world, there are not few souls like us, ghosts who are attached to the mortal realm. Some people have even practiced for a long time and mastered many spells that can change this world. We can become their apprentices and learn their skills." Nathan was very excited and said, "Become an apprentice and learn a skill?" "Follow me. I will take you to meet the boss I just met." Nathan followed the ghost and entered an empty portal. Inside the por

Silas whispered to the empty room. He lay back, the cold stone against his skin, and listened to the distant, rhythmic thrumming of the Shadow Claws setting up their new empire. He was the Ghost of the North Tower, a man who had everything to say and no one who wanted to listen.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the newest name on my contacts list. Ghost. The hacker who’d sent me the anonymous warning email. Your protector isn’t who you think. At the time, I thought they were talking about Cole. Now… I wasn’t so sure. Maybe they meant someone else. Someone bigger. Someone with more power and more shadows around him. My father. I tapped the contact. A chat window opened with a single blinking cursor. Me: I need information. Now. I waited. Five seconds. Ten. The typing bubble appeared. Ghost: Took you long enough.

“You want to find your past.” “I want to finish it.” A beat of silence. Then he nodded. “I know someone. A war seer. Old. Blind. Crazy. But he remembers everything.” Mira arched a brow. “Sounds trustworthy.” “He drinks blood tea and claims the moon speaks to him.” “Oh, great.” “But if anyone knows what the hell they want with a red-moon Luna… it’s him.” She sighed. “Where is he?” Grey hesitated. Then: “Deep in Ghost territory.”

Hael’s P.O.V. The entire ride back to the clinic, I could hear Arianna’s voice in my head. I met a ghost. A ghost. Ghost. I’d killed more people than I cared to remember. Some I had to search for, traveling across this wasteland of an earth, while others were brought to me. So many left this world at my hands, had their last breath in my vicinity, uttered their pathetic goodbyes for my ears alone, but I had only ever met one ghost.

Ryder would go insane if he heard this. With no second thought, Giveon morphed into his werewolf form, disappearing into the dark woods. Tomorrow, he will be returning to the pack to drop the big news. * "Get inside," Ghost ordered sternly, holding the door of his apartment open. Still, in tears, Ciara slowly walked in. She recalled waking up here weeks ago. Never had she thought she would be back here again. "Sergio–" Ghost began, with a hoarse voice, "Did he touch you? Did he fuck you?" He added, spelling it all out.

Sitting down comfortably on my bed was the moon lady. I became light-headed and with a scream, landed on the floor with a loud thud, feeling so much pain coursing through me. "What do you want?" I whimpered. "I'm sorry for what just happened. Please, Ghostwriter, I need your help." "What!" My heartbeat hastened. "Please calm down. I know you must have questions about what killed me and how I knew I was gonna die." "Please leave me alone," I retorted, pulling the sheet to cover myself.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.