Novel & Cerita Ghost Villains

Barney shrugged his shoulders. Each piece fit together. One after another. I looked back toward Barney. “If Ghost wanted to disappear…” I paused for a minute and looked back at my screen. “He’d need someone capable of making that happen. Someone with resources. Money. Connections.” I looked back at the photograph. “Someone like Viktor Sokolov.” Barney slowly nodded. “It explains why Ghost disappeared inside Draven’s palace.” “It also explains why nobody has been able to identify him.” I said matter of factly. The more I looked at the picture… The more convinced I became. I finally pushed my chair back from the desk. “I want everything.”

In an abandoned warehouse, my mother was tied up in the middle of the open floor, her body covered in bloody slash marks. She looked up at the woman before her, her face twisted in pain. "Adeline... I'm your mother-in-law. How could you do this to me?" Adeline Malone paused mid-motion while touching up her makeup. A cold smirk curved her red lips, her beautiful face dripping with contempt. "Then tell your selfish son to crawl out of hiding. Do that, and I'll let the rest of you go."

He took a sip of the burning liquor, his gaze never leaving mine. "One of Ghost’s men," Ares said, leaning forward in his chair. "He killed the Russians, hunting her, and like a fool, she trusted him and got into his van." I froze for a split second, the towel hanging from my hand. Ghost. The name was an old legend. He was a well-respected man. The godfather of the mafia. No one has ever seen him and if they did, they didn't live to tell the tale. He seemed to be more myth than man.

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.

The quicksand feeling overwhelms me along with the high pitch hum that blocks out whatever she’s trying to say. I need to get to Bronx. Clash and Crusher need back up. Ghost howls and comes forward. We can’t catch our breath. We fall to the floor and claw at the air. Leni tries to subdue me. Her face morphs into someone unrecognizable. It’s the hag. She glamoured to look like Leni? How was I fooled so easily? Ghost jams his claws into the imposter’s arms. Hags disguised as doctors and nurses attack us, coming in from all sides.

Alice said, looking away, "and because at that time, you had started to fall for her. You... you loved her." Grayson didn't speak for a long time. His eyes were distant, and then he muttered, "We're both guilty, aren't we? Let's go be with her now." He filled the bathtub with water and, with grim determination, lowered Alice into it. The fear on her face was almost too much to bear, but there was no turning back now. With swift, decisive hands, he slit her wrist. Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist.

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.

Blood will flow, and bodies will multiply. But I wasn't going to let that happen. With blood and flesh, I'll protect the club. Someone is trying to take power and control. It could be someone from the inside, or someone from the outside, I honestly don't know. But I, Ghost, will find them in the shadows where they l urk around, then tear them to pieces for daring to attempt such a thing. Mark my words, assholes in the shadows. I'll hunt you down like a wolf does on the night of the full moon.

He hated that he had any similarities with them. Ghost had a hard time accepting that weird part of him. And he never disclosed it to anyone in the Mafia, not even Scar. They might as well tag him as a freak, or some kind of beast. He didn't want that. He placed his glass on the counter with a thud. He just had over ten shots of tequila and was getting impatient. What was taking that bitch so long? He glanced up and found Viper on the rails, eye-scanning the place for the girl. Their eyes met and Viper flashed him a grin. Ghost looked away, muttering curses under his breath. He's never lost to Viper, and he's not about to start. The girl better fall into his grip or he might just send every

Seras is a walking inferno, green ghost-fire mixing with her normal red. Remy fights like a wolf possessed, claws and dagger and pure refusal to let anything touch me. I’m everywhere at once: Mirror Step through broken reflections, blood-lightning carving trenches in the fresh spring ground, Vinča symbols flaring across my skin for half a second before my healing erases them again. We’re losing. Then the ghosts show up. Al Capone and the boys step out of the steam like they were waiting for the cue. Tommy guns made of moonlight and 1920s wrath.