Ghost Villains Novels & Stories

“Let’s loop Mav in and then call it a night.” “Right.” Artemis leans forward, placing his elbows on the desk. “We have learned that the rogues we are fighting…” “They aren’t really rogues.” Milo finishes, clearly impatient and uneasy. “I figured that much out.” I agree. “What I can’t work out is who they are since they can’t possibly be pack wolves either. They are too feral looking.” “Yes, and no.” Artemis winces. “Have you ever heard of ghost wolves?” I bark out a laugh, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. It’s damn poetic how perfect this fucking conversation is going. Of course, it’s the stupid offbeat idea Tate and River tossed at me.

They screamed, to run from there, being chased by spirits and possessed who flew and chased them through the city. Speedster ghost runners who pursued each of their villains, believing that none of them would get out of there unscathed, while the zombies, spirits and possessed were caught by a series of spirits.

“That place is not just a lab. It is a fortress.” Theo shifted slightly behind me, listening closely. “I know the layout,” Vanessa continued. “The access tunnels. The internal security rotations. The codes that open the lower levels.” My jaw tightened. “Why would you help us.” She laughed again, quieter this time. “Do not pretend you care about my motives. I want him dead.” “You already tried to destroy us,” I said. “You infected wolves. You tried to trigger phase two.” Her eyes burned with something ugly and raw. “You think I chose that,” she snapped. “You think any of us did.”

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

The Villain I slam the door in his face and back away like it was an atomic bomb that might go off and take me with it. "Morgan," Gia hissed coming around the corner and seeing me staring at the door like it had grown a head and its own functioning body. "Was that the Alpha? Why the hell are you just standing there!" She opens the door and plasters on the brightest smile I've seen from her in my eighteen years of life. "Alpha Kaden! Welcome! I apologize for Morgan's behaviour her anxiety makes her do stupid things."

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.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

I guess their rivalry isn’t as trivial as people portrayed it to be. “Was he that intriguing?” The question came out of nowhere, and his low tone and hesitation said a lot more than his words, but I needed to hear him ask again to grasp the context. “What do you mean?” In that moment, the door clicked open, with two men walking in on a leather jacket, two able-bodied men. They seemed like bodyguards or gangsters, somewhat in that field, and it was clear when they came closer with the star logo on the chest side of their jacket. That is the logo of the investigators.

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.

“You better, or we keep going.” Petrov took a shaky breath. “The real boss… the one above Volkov… he is powerful. More powerful than you think. He doesn’t show himself, but he controls everything.” He coughed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “We call him The Ghost because no one ever sees him.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. A faceless enemy. That made things more complicated. Petrov continued, his voice weaker. “He runs operations across multiple countries. Weapons, drugs, people. Volkov was just one of his pawns.”