Ghost X Oc Novels & Stories

Austin shrugged, "Just to tell me you weren't dead" "I didn't make you my life mission," she scoffed. "So what is it witch, I need to go to class." Tasha gasped, "you did not just call me a witch." His eyes shot back, indicating he had no intention to take it back. "Well, I'll let that slide just because I need your help" "Whatever," Austin rolled his eyes in discomfort, being under the sun for that long was already getting to him. "Just state what it is you want. I do not know if ghosts feel things, but this sun is competing with hell, so be fast"

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.

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.

“You’ve arrived just in time for the demonstration. The Moretti family wanted a weapon. I gave them a god.” Beside him, Dante Moretti stood with a manic, triumphant smirk, holding a detonator. “The ‘Ghost Alpha’ is ready, Don Roux. And unlike you, he doesn’t have a pesky human heart to hold him back.” Marcel turned toward us, his jaw unhinging in a way that shattered his human mask. He let out a shriek that wasn’t a howl—it was a sonic weapon that shattered the glass tanks nearest to us. From the shards, the half-formed Ghost Wolves began to crawl, their eyes glowing with that same violet rot.

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

Even Reaper and Sienna had relaxed, sitting on the edge of the holographic projector, watching the map. I looked at the global projection glowing in the center of the room. The massive, pulsing crimson dot over the Mariana Trench was entirely greyed out. Abyssal-One was offline. "You did good, Ghost," Dax said, walking up behind the couch. He handed me a canteen of actual, purified water a luxury we hadn't seen in months. He had showered and changed back into his signature heavy leather cut, his Phase-Knife strapped to his thigh.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

and then leaves to get to work. I follow Xander down the steps. He turns right when we reach the second floor and waves as I continue down. I step through the patio door and begin to undress and place my clothes in a drawstring bag and then secure the bag around my neck before shifting. My wolf, Ghost is the perfect predator. His fur is white as snow, his eyes a piercing blue. His appearance lures people in with a false sense of security, but what you don't see from his appearance is the hidden monster within. Ghost is a vicious hunter and an even more vicious protector. Even some of our pack members cower at the sight of him in training.

The office felt too small with all of us inside, Ciara’s brothers, Salvatore, Wolf leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Ciara stood beside me, her presence grounding even with the tension still humming between us from the hallway. The door opened, and Wolf stepped in, guiding Ghost forward like he was herding a distracted kid. Ghost had three phones in his hands, two cords hanging from his pocket, and a look on his face that said he hadn’t slept in… ever.

Selena moved from her position against the wall, her legs stiff from standing so long in one place. She knelt down, reaching for the small plastic ghost that had skidded beneath a chair. Her fingers closed around it, and she examined it briefly. The ghost was white with hollow eyes and a gaping mouth—a child's toy, perhaps, but in this context, it seemed to mock them all. She almost smirked. It screamed Victor in every way—his signature, his message. The Ghost had returned. But she quickly schooled her features back to neutrality before rising and placing the toy in Xavier's outstretched, bloodied hand.