Ghost Villains Novels & Stories

This was all him, this was all the weird evil man baby. I stopped running and fell to the ground panting. My heart was beating like it was about to leave my chest and I had not noticed until now but I was the only one on the streets. it was completely deserted. Where did all the humans go? Did he kill them all? or were we in another world? his world. What even was he? or it?

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

I gasped, bolting upright from the couch. Ghost burst through the back door, cloak flying behind him, wild-eyed for the first time since I’d met him. His gloves were off. That meant shit had gone sideways. “They found me,” he growled. “We need to go. Now.” “What do you mean they found you?!” Vittorio wheeled forward, face stone-hard, trying to rise from the couch. Ghost slammed the door shut behind him. “They followed me. I didn’t see it at first—shit—they must’ve caught me when I visited Franco’s daughter.”

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

"Let's pay our respect and greet the unwanted guest. It's only fair they know who we are firsthand." Vanessa walked ahead of the group and smirked as everyone made way for them like royalty. Still, she couldn't help but overhear a group of women talking at one of the tables. Scanning the room, she found the culprits, the Phantom Killers. Natalia Azar, Mel Brooks, Chanel Echo, and Soraya Summer. A four-member assassin group specializing in hocus-pocus attacks. Sleight of hand tricks. They've mastered manipulating and deceiving their enemies with the slightest influence. But, as simple as it may sound, it is tough to do. "I wonder who those girls are, especially the girl on the arm of our dear

The chilling atmosphere sent shivers down everyone's spine. The people who waited in line screamed because they felt the presence of evil spirits. They quickly backed away. Sammy and Dom were also frightened, turning pale. They stood close to Wilbur and did not dare to move an inch. "My Ghost Formation Spell will take your life away," yelled Moose. Wilbur sneered and said, "Don't speak so highly of bad voodoo." Moose turned angry from indignation. He yelled in a rageful tone, "Die!" Countless ghosts appeared in an instant. They lunged toward Wilbur with sharp claws.

When Ghostface saw what was happening, he fell deeper into madness as he continued his chanting, as if wanting to use his words to kill Harvey immediately. Harvey frowned deeply because he started to notice that his arms and legs seemed to be bound by something invisible. At this moment, Ghostface opened his eyes wide as a long needle appeared in his right hand, and he pinned it into the doll's left arm. Thud!

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"