Ghostemane Ghost Tattoo Novels & Stories

Ghost added. “I have a few things to wrap up and will be there by six.” “Thank you, sir.” Everyone stood but me. “Esmerelda.” I felt his love and acceptance. “I’m proud of you and thankful we got to meet. I will do anything I can for you.” “How did you know I killed a man?” “Your aura has a black stripe. I can see it clearly. Others may not.” “Okay.” Tears dripped as we said our goodbyes. Ghost had to carry me out. Not that he seemed to mind. His emotions mirrored mine.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Two minutes into the man's cigarette a black, luxury sedan which was very well looked after, pulls up and parks next to the sidewalk, right in front of the glass hotel doors. The man in the blue suit along with his entourage of five start moving forward towards the sedan. The man in the blue suit flicks his cigarette over the trunk of the sedan and watches it as it flies into the middle of the street, getting snuffed out by the tires of traffic. Even before the back door to the sedan is opened, the man in the blue suit abruptly comes to a halt. His head, unnaturally flings backwards as a little red dot appears in the middle of his forehead, sending a spray of red onto three of the men in his

Her little groan must have alerted the man , as he quickly turned his head to her side with a suprised look all over he's face . " Miss !! Miss!!! " He called out , gently approaching her . At least she'll be in a safe hand , she thought . Before giving in to the darkness beckoning her. In between giving in to the darkness and holding to the tiny strand of sanity that she had left ,she saw something astonishing on the man's neck . A scorpion tattoo. That's weird. Who would get a scorpion tattoo that looks so real on their face ??? She finally succumb to the darkness,not before hearing a soft curse from the man.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Fox teeth glinting from her grin. My throat went dry. “The paint was cracked in places. Faded with time. But the Fox‘s eyes—God—those eyes were still sharp enough to slit skin.” Same eyes as Katarina’s tattoo. The same fox etched on her shoulder, the one burned into the wall in my velmorra, the same damn creature that kept showing up like a shadow with teeth. And this—this fucking relic—wasn’t just something Ghost pulled out of a vault for fun.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

he replied. His scent filled the space between us..cleaner than anything in this rotting dungeon. It made something deep in my chest twist. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust him. But I wanted to. He leaned back just enough to look at me fully, hood falling away from his face. A tattoo peeked from the side of his neck…two crescent marks overlapping. Purplemoon. Old-blood. Rare. I stared before I could stop myself. Before I could ask. Before I could breathe.

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

Grace stood arm-in-arm with a slightly gray-haired man, smiling in a way that looked both sweet and forced. The second our eyes met, shock flashed across her face. Then it turned into pure malice. The man beside her noticed me and guided Grace over. We lightly clinked glasses. Before he could say anything, Grace spoke first. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a long time." The businessman looked surprised. "You know each other?" he asked in heavily accented English.