Ghost X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Henry whispered, his heart racing with anticipation. A moan escaped Xavier's lips as Henry's touch sent shivers down his spine. As he ripped Henry's shirt and pants off, Xavier whispered, "Let's make some new stories together." He threw the clothes, staring at the floor, and pushed Henry out of the hard groove of the cave floor, his eyes scanning Henry's naked skin hungrily. "I want to explore every inch of you," Xavier growled, his desire evident in his eyes.

“I hate this. I want to be immortal again.” Hale shifts next to me, tilting his head down to he can examine my face. The weight of his hand behind me presses into the bed, inches away from touching me. “And you will,” he murmurs. “I may know of a Gaze Reader.” I twist to gave him, stunned. “Seriously?” “Yes. I didn’t want to get your hopes up, because she is not always the most…gracious person out there,” he explains, ruffling his hair with his hands. It’s so fluffy and wild when he’s just awoken.

Hex is fine, the rest of them too, but they aren’t her. Silence sits between us for a while. Ghost doesn’t move, just keeps his eyes locked on me until his glare softens. Then his gaze drags lower, sliding down my body, and I shift without thinking, pressing my thighs together. “I’m so fucking you again right now,” he mutters, pushing up from the couch. But his phone rings again. He checks it, then lifts his eyes at me like he already knows I’ll make trouble. “Red.” He answers and hits speaker.

"Wait, you actually did it? The blood-bond is snapped? I’ve been telling you for three years that Tristan Blackmoor was a parasitic bastard who couldn't handle your light. You spent a decade pining for that man and three years being his loyal hound while he held onto the scent of that ex-mate of his. I tried to talk sense into you, but you were dead set on making it work. I guess you had to bleed out before you realized the wound was fatal." "I learned the lesson. It took a silver blade to the heart, but I'm awake now. From this moment on, the only thing I'm hunting is growth. My career as the Ghost is the only thing that gets my blood pumping." "Now that’s what I want to hear! Power over se

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

Low, masculine, and full of malicious amusement. "Well, well. The great Alpha Xander, reduced to whispering to ghosts." I looked up, and my face transformed with rage so pure it could melt steel.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

Carriers. My eyes moved unwillingly across the list. Carly Blackwater. Darren Moore. Samuel Louis. Lucas Vance. Ethan Blackwater. Everything inside me stopped. My wolf froze with me. A cold pressure filled my lungs, thick and tight. The idea of death had shadowed me before, but this was different. This was death waiting inside me with patience, a silent thing breathing with my breath. “I am on the list,” I said. The words were too small for what they meant.

Alex used her claw blade to destroy Gorie’s iron metal body. Tskkk! Alex moved so fast, that in one hit she destroyed Gorie’s iron metal body. Gorie was too weak and out of chakra. He returned his forms to a small werewolf. He was scared of Alex's power. He pleaded with her not to kill him but Alex had no intention to forgive him.