Ghost X Oc Novels & Stories

I shifted closer to him, and the look in his eyes instantly morphed into something feral, something carnal. I gulped. “You and I, Ghost. . .this is going to complicate our lives.” “Just once, Ginevra. I just need to fuck you out of my system.” “Just for tonight, Ghost.” I murmured. He nodded. “Just for tonight.” “Okay.” “Okay?” I nodded, my voice a whisper when I said. “Yes.” Ghost’s fingers dug into my chin, holding my face up, his eyes as blue as the ocean burning holes through me, sending waves of shivering sensations down my spine.

The wolf people clan didn't want to anger their goddess of the night, their precious Luna whom I am named after. The fog appears thicker and brighter this time. The officer shakes in the air and twitches like a victim being tortured within. His eyes turn yellow, and his veins bulge. As he floats in the air, his skin becomes pale green. The water drips slowly down his shoulders and onto the floor. The Ghost is out for revenge on this officer. His name says Officer Wilds.

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.

“Yes, I guess now you’re clear about this. Don’t worry about anything,” “These ghosts won’t harm you in any way,” “Are you sure?” “Yes, we are wolves, mighty creatures, not a weakling. We are doomed to die in battle field not by ghost haunting,” Xander said. “That’s right,” “If it continues, we can go to someone we know and shut this off,” he said. “Okay,” I nod but something is bothering me which I got to know when I was in shadow pack. “I heard, a ghost won’t kill us but it can drive us mad. What if it wants me to lose my sanity?” I ask.

Before his body hit the ground, his head had already separated from his shoulders. "Don't let it get to you, Felix," Ophelia said as she walked back in. "Unless someone cultivates the Dragons Destroyer technique, they can't truly absorb the Dragonspine. So, keep heading in the right direction. One day, you'll definitely cross paths with it again." Felix sighed. Alas, there wasn't much else he could do. "Ophelia, does Ghosttown really not have electricity?" When he arrived yesterday, he'd noticed there wasn't a single electrical device in the house. He wanted to charge his phone. After all, living without it was too inconvenient. Now that the matter with the Skeletal Demon was settled, it was

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

[The Ghost Army] The heavy oak door of the wine cellar didn't just open; it exploded inward, reduced to a spray of splinters by a synchronized kinetic charge. Through the dust, four Ghost units moved with a terrifying, insectoid grace. Their tactical visors weren't glowing with the standard blue of the Regency; they were pulsing with a deep, oily black—the mark of the Heir. "Dante!" I screamed, diving behind a row of ancient, dust-covered casks.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

She reached out, trying to touch the fleeting glow, but her fingers grasped at nothing. "Nathan, if there's a next life, I won't betray you again…" The light of the sunset slowly faded, and the cell was swallowed by darkness once more. Through the haze, a voice seemed to whisper. "If there's a next life, I don't want to meet you again. Goodbye, Helena…"

I didn’t take my eyes off Lex. “Talk,” I said. Lex exhaled slowly, almost like he was bored. “Ghostshade grows in two nearly identical strains. One heals. One accelerates blood corruption. The difference is in the root coloration after harvest.” Maeve froze. “That’s not in any known record.” “No,” Lex agreed calmly. “Because most healers die before they can record it.” Silence hit the room like a physical force and my wolf surged hard beneath my skin, pressing against control I was barely maintaining.