Ghost X Roach Novels & Stories

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

“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...

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

He was viscous. Blood sucking like my matexhad referred to him as well. "Reign, you can go to him now." Axel told Reign. They all stood abay to wade off any impending danger including danger that could be Ghost. Seeing the blood around they had to be sure that Ghost was in check before approaching me even if I seemed to be losing blood. I laid still and helpless in surrender but when Reign touched me Ghost reacted. He grabbed her and rolled us over that she shrieked and screamed in fear.

Razer: "You can't say that. There is no evidence to prove that ghosts are transformed after death. Maybe ghosts themselves are another species independent of humans?" Franka thought about it for a moment and felt that it made sense. She nodded, then poked her head and asked in a low voice: "So, I would like to ask, Mr. Roger , how did you die?" hiss... The corners of Roger 's mouth twitched wildly. Why is this fox lady's speaking style almost the same as the angel lady from the dragon gate next door? "Senior Franka, this is very rude. Mr. Roger is the djinn and can make wishes!!"

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

The door creaked open and Roach stood there, shirtless and grinning like he’d just eaten something alive. “Well, well,” he drawled, stepping aside. “Look who finally grew a pair.” “I think we’re ready,” I said. “To get rid of them. We need your help.” Roach’s eyes glinted like black ice. “Come in, little wolves. Let’s talk murder.” And we stepped into the dark.

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.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

“That would be the first place my father would check when he bursts in here.” “Trust me,” Xavier smiled. Just then, the door burst open and Xavier pulled Rhea over to himself. Rhea was taken aback by the sudden pull and she held her breath as she rested her head on his breast. They could feel the presence of Ghost inside the room and with the blazing lights, Rhea wondered why Ghost had not yet seen them. They remained silent, under the red cover of darkness and as Ghost turned around, Xavier did the impossible, catching Rhea by surprise.