Ghostface Backstory Mga Nobela at Kwento

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

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.”

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.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

" 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.

“Good guy. I worked closely with Stuart before he died.” The sound of mattress springs squeaking and a bed banging against the wall suddenly had me laughing. “Karma would make a point of one-upping us.” Ghost smirked. “So what happened to you, Ghost? Did you grow up with the Henchmen?” “I wasn’t born into the club like you were. My mum remarried when I was ten, and her new husband was in the club. It was expected that I’d join up. I travelled around for a while after university before coming back here. I got my patch five years ago.”

“You never cease to crack me up with your dark humor, Ghost,“ Dante said, as his laughter dwindled. Ghost scoffed at his foolishness and looked away. It was only a matter of time before he forces Camilla to choose between her life and giving him some space. He's fed up with that bitch! “I called you three here because we need to settle another pressing issue,“ Don Carianno began, and then he tossed some pictures on the table. “Vlad,“ Ghost said, taking up the pictures, he knew the man, they all did. Years ago, he used to be the underboss of the Russian Mafia. But after Ghost killed every single one of them, Vlad escaped. Went into hiding. Turns out he's back to the surface. “Yes, but he goes

“You’ve been carrying ghosts longer than I’ve known you. Talk to me, Kai. Or this blood oath means nothing.” He turned slowly, storm-dark eyes meeting mine. For the first time, the lethal Ghost looked… tired. Human. He crossed the room and lowered himself to the rug beside me, close enough that our knees touched. “These aren’t just scars from fights,” he said quietly, voice rough. He traced a long, jagged line across his ribs. “This one came when I was nineteen. My own crew turned on me after I refused to traffic girls. They left me for dead in a warehouse gutter.”