Ghostemane Ghost Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

“I haven’t noticed them before now.” My fingers teased at his nipples. His breathing ragged, his chest pounding against his throat. In my attempt to fully observe the peculiarity of the puzzle-like tattoo that adorned his back, my fingers began trailing across each pattern, my eyes narrowed with focus. At the middle of his back where the tattoos seemed to meet stood the letter ‘G’—I murmured the letter. Ghost pulled me to the front of him, his blink slow, his face contorted in displeasure as though my exploration had triggered him. "Boundaries, princess." He had said.

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

Her forehead wrinkled feeling the bitterness of the coffee which was actually not that bitter. She didn't like coffee, She only drank it so Loren wouldn't see clearly that she was smiling teasingly at Loren. "It was then that my mother summoned the shaman..." Loren responded seriously. “They performed an exorcism ritual. But the ghost was even more ferocious and made things fly and fall apart. They even got hurt by the broken glass.” Ria nodded. Until here the story was still the same as Kevin's. “It all just happened. The shaman said that the ghost didn't like anyone living in his house and told my mother to get out of there."

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.

they called. The owner of the marvelous mansion and the host of the party was here. His ambiance was emerging separately among other men, wearing a white shirt shrunk to his muscular body and a tattoo on his tight chest, slightly visible from the unbuttoned part. The tattoo made him a member of the feared gang, Gongbay.

The funeral for Ghost feels slow. I stand over his tombstone and build up the guilt inside. Ghost was supposed to take my lead to destroy the secret bases of the Order, but the mole sent by them betrayed him. I let the rain pour down on me as I stare at his name and the titles he's been given: a comrade, a friend, a brother, a Dagger. His grave is in a private field owned by Odin for those who have fallen. I closed my eyes and wished to return to time and save him and Poppy.

She knew that she should have listened to Alex and stayed at home. “F*ck, Ghost, you damn pervert! This is not time for you to look for women, get your *ss back here!” “Finish these two men off first!” Among the assassins, a bald man, who was covered in tattoos and wearing a skull mask, angrily said. “Oh, you bald old man. You guys are too weak, you have not captured them till now!” Ghost said nonchalantly. After slamming Beatrice hard onto his shoulders, he continued to walk forward step by step with a smirk on his face.