Ghost Villains Novels & Stories

However, she felt reassured when the promise came out of his mouth. “What exactly do you do for a living?” Xyla asked. Was he really a gangster? Was he one of the high-ups among the gangster? The enemies and the glory he mentioned earlier seemed related to a gangster’s life, were they not? “It doesn't matter…” Boooom! Suddenly, the cabin door was kicked open. A murderous aura poured into the room, leaving a chill of evilness in the air. Christopher glared at the door. His face darkened instantaneously.

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen. "Isn't she related to you by blood? why would you want her dead?" The underworld don questioned. Mike chuckled darkly, "because killing people is like my hobby, so will you get the job done between three days?" Mike probed. "I will, don't you trust me?" He asked. "I do" "Then expect the news in less than three days" The underworld don puffed the cigarette lightly. "Thank you so much, I can't wait to expect her death" Mike sang, his eyes getting darker as he thought of all the properties.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

He chuckled shortly and shook his head the same way you'd do when you know your toddler was lying to you. “Word is that The Dead Revenants are currently engaged in a rival feud with the Hellfangs MC. Now, while I don't know who those notorious criminals are, I assure you that I'm gonna find them, Mr Voss.” He actually knew so much, too much about the gangs, I'll give him that. But whatever he was up against, he had no idea of how dangerous it was and how it would all turn against him in a bad way if he dug too deep.

And then, a final image — the Grayson Veronin symbol painted across the wall in blood-red pixels. The same mark that had burned itself into the warehouse hours ago. The Ghost hadn’t just resurrected my father’s systems. He’d resurrected his enemies. For a moment, none of us spoke. The air inside the vault felt heavier than oxygen, like the walls themselves were breathing with us. Roman D’Angelo.

She'd been right about Paoli. He was an honest-to-God blood sucking vampire. Not really alive, but not dead. He was undead. There was no telling how many innocent people he'd killed. Well, she wasn’t about to be added to his numbers. She jerked the gaudy silver cross from her pocket and shoved it against his forehead.

She grabs the bottle and begins to refill our glass, "You are not ready. I can tell." With a sigh, I put the glass down and begin to eat my pizza. I'm just eating, not feeling the taste or anything, "Do you believe in ghosts?" I ask, biting on my tongue She zooms her eyes on me and puts the glass down on the table with a thud, "Are you seeing Louis's ghost?" Her eyes widened in dread. "No," She deflates against the chair, keeping her gaze on me in shock, "Then," She murmurs, munching on the pizza, her eyes big almost round.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.