Ghost X Quiet Novels & Stories

“I want the heads of those media companies rounded up. Bring them to Warehouse Nine. No one dead in public. No tapes online. We handle it quiet.” There was a pause. Ghost’s voice was always even. “That’s risky, boss. Word gets teeth. People talk.” I let my breath fog a little in the morning air. I thought of Katarina’s face, the way she had said the word, the way the world might gnaw at it. “Do you want my woman in the gutter?” My voice went colder. “Then get it done. Quiet. Fast. Make sure the footage disappears.” “Understood,” Ghost said. “We’ll—”

He looked surprised, but there was also a hint of a smile on his lips as he looked at me with a nod. We walked inside, but it was so quiet inside. Something didn’t feel very right. "This is- this doesn't feel right," Nix said, looking agitated. “Something is so wrong. Everything feels so quiet.” I had never doubted her instincts. She was usually right about everything. Even my gut was telling me that something was not right here. There were no birds singing. Everything felt unnaturally still. “You are right. Where are the Vampires Mal said was inside? Did they sneak out?”

Ghost Pov The sound of the shower turning on fills the silence. Sorry? First thanks, now sorry? What the hell is happening? I push myself up and follow him into the bathroom, stopping by the shower. The steam is already rising, clinging to the air, but all I see is him. “Why the fuck are you saying sorry?” I demand, my voice cutting through the sound of the water. He looks at me, droplets already running down his face, his expression uncertain. “I saw your face, Ghost. You looked… disappointed.”

template, soft and un-rejected. "You... you’re so quiet," Eryx whispered to the phantom. His eyes were almost entirely cyan now. "The roar is gone. I don't have to fight for you anymore. I can just... rest." "Eryx, she’s a Virus!" I shouted, slamming into him.

I gasped softly, stepping into the dark silence. "Cilia..." A soft voice called out to me, I flinched backward a bit, glanced around but saw no one. "Ha ha ha ha ha..." A heavy masculine voice laughed loudly from inside the garage, turning off the lights and slamming the door shut. I spun around, looking at the garage door, wondering if someone just entered. "Cilia..." The voice called out again. "But that sounded so creepy, so familiar like the voice in my dream." I said, gulping a large quantity of saliva, still glancing around.

Distributing his energy to the girl, because the girl had used her power to fight the slimy ghost. Xander ran without a clear direction, he didn't hear Tristan's voice. Xander closed his eyes and "Xander…!" Xander opened his eyes and immediately found Tristan making a soft voice. Xander stared at Tristan who was trying to restrain himself from the ghost. Xander looked at Tristan. The man immediately did a back jump and Brukk — Tristan kicked the ghost. Then spread the powder, making the figure immediately scream in pain. Not long after that, the ghost figure also disappeared.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

“Try your luck at Silver Forest. Your welcome drink will be your own blood. Grandpa hasn’t put away his sword yet.” Cassian lifted his brow, but before he could speak... “Can you both keep it down a notch?” Gavin’s voice cut through the tension as he strode into the living room, urgency written all over his face. “Little wolves can hear you arguing.” The reminder hit me instantly. Esme’s and Mila’s senses were far sharper than human children’s. I lowered my voice immediately. “You’re right.” I stepped closer to Cassian, lowering my tone to a whisper meant only for him.