Ghostface Backstory Novels & Stories

“Then… what is it?” Kade turned to the glowing console. Then he said something that made Ayesha’s blood run cold. “It’s a person.” The Ghost in the Machine Silence. Then Adrian scoffed. “That’s impossible.” Kade tapped the screen, bringing up a blurred digital profile. “It’s very possible.” He smirked. “Because Phantom? Is still alive.” Ayesha’s mind spun. Her father’s work. Revenant. The war they had fought to stop. It had all been a cover-up for something even bigger.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Ghost: Took you long enough. Me: I’m in a hospital. Someone tried to kill me last night. I don’t have time for attitude. Ghost: Fair. What do you need? My heart thumped hard as I typed. Me: You said my protector isn’t who I think. Who exactly were you talking about? Ghost: Your father. I stared at the screen, feeling a cold wave shoot through me. Me: Why him? Ghost: Because he’s hiding a lot more than you realize. Me: Like what?

"Was. I left when I was seventeen. Came west. Changed my name. Became Ghost. Joined the Iron Serpents. Never looked back." "Why'd you leave?" "Because my father was a monster. Beat my mother. Beat me. Ran the family like a tyrant. When I was seventeen, he came at me with a knife. We fought. I killed him. Self-defense. But the family didn't see it that way. So I ran." "And they've been looking for you ever since?" "Yeah. Vincent wants me back. Wants me to take over the family. Become the Don. I'd rather die." "But he has money."

“We will be. Ghost will investigate thoroughly before we make any decisions about permanent membership.” Over the next week, Ghost conducted exhaustive background research. He contacted Marc’s mother’s pack, verified employment history, interviewed wolves who’d known Marc over the years. Every piece of information supported Marc’s story. He was exactly what he claimed to be: a wolf trying to find his place in a society that had marginalized him from birth. “I can’t find anything suspicious,” Ghost reported. “Every reference describes him as honest, hardworking, and private. No criminal record, no concerning associations, no red flags anywhere.”

"He's been harvesting my blood for ten years to create super-soldiers. Wolves he can control. Wolves that don't question orders." The thin guy, Ghost, pulled out a tablet, fingers flying across the screen. "Holy shit. I've heard rumors about Apex but I thought—" "It's all real," I cut him off. "It’s all real” Cain's face had gone blank. The kind of blank that meant he was processing something that just changed everything. “Sorry to disappoint, brother in law,” my voice dripped with unhidden sarcasm, “but I'm not the pampered princess you expected, just like Elena, I'm a victim too.”

A sharp pain coursed through his chest, causing him to grunt in frustration. “You've said enough, Mr. Mathews. I can't carry you alone, just help me out, please," she sobbed, tears blurring her vision. “You can't die. I'm going to kill you if you try that." “Can you kill a ghost?" he teased. “You're too stubborn. I told you to listen. That's why I love you, by the way. I'm going to be as fast as possible. Stop crying and listen. So, after being consumed by that fire, I thought I died until I woke up at a hospital with a disfigured face. I feared my new identity. You'd have been scared if you had seen me then. After I got back on my feet, I wore masks everywhere, looking for jobs, blah blah b

He discovered that before Shirley disappeared, his digital footprint had vanished completely. Not deleted— but completely erased. This in itself was highly unusual. No bank transaction records. No medical records. No telecommunications signal. No travel records. Someone had professionally and precisely erased her traces. Seamus immediately recalled that morning. The endless message notifications. Her indifferent and calm expression. The way she looked at him— As if she had already decided to leave. His chest tightened. This time, he dialed a number— A name that had never appeared on any documents. Within the Mafia, this person was known as "The Ghost."

With her reactions, one can easily tell that she is not used to taking hard substances. “I know your secret,” she said in whispers still gazing upon me. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. “What's my secret” “Your friend is Ghost and you are a man whore” she said giggling sheepishly. I wasbit subit surprisedsed Vicenzo looked an inch like the type of mafia Don you read in stories and movies. A very scary personality, tattooed body scars to add to his Lordship. Between the two of us, it would be very easy to conclude that he was a ghost since I have never made myself known to everyone.

" 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.