Ghostface Backstory Novels & Stories

“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.”

Until he finds a replacement, he can't kill him. "Fine, you win." Don Carianno puffed out smoke in utter dejection. "But in exchange, you leave tomorrow. You head to the werewolf packs. You're gonna claim all the packs and blow up every damn thing you can't own. I don't care if it starts a war." "Sure, boss." Even that was a harder fate for Ghost. Having recently known his true origin, he didn't wanna go dealing with the werewolves. Not until he was sure of what he was gonna do. Not until he's decided between his past and present.

“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.”

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

“I have my partner Calisté to thank for that. She helped me.” “So where is Draymond then?” Jimin frowned. “The original Draymond Coatés, son of Sebastian Coatés.” “Oh,” Ghost sighed disinterested. “He died a few years ago in a freak accident. And as much as I would love to claim hero for the death of a werewolf, I was not the one responsible for his death.” “And then you took his body?” Jimin sighed. “You took the body of a little child to spy on us, you disgusting old…”

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

“You do realize you’re only two years older than me, right?” “True,” he concedes, grinning. “But you kind of proved you weren’t world-ready.” “Don’t do it,” I warn, already knowing where he’s going. “I have to,” he says, the smirk widening. “You hadn’t even seen a fucking phone.” Groaning, I roll my eyes. “I’m sorry, they didn’t have phones in hell! I went in as a child and barely had time to sit down before everything exploded.” I mean it as a joke, but the way Ghost’s expression falters makes me realize I’ve hit a nerve. His smirk fades, replaced by something softer, almost apologetic. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “I didn’t think.”

"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.

“Think of it like a strategic move. You get your peace, and I get to keep my reputation intact. Win-win.” Savannah didn’t know what to say. ‘A fake relationship?’, It seemed absurd, but at the same time, it might be the only way to stop Derek from ruining her life further. “But... Why me?” Savannah asked. She couldn’t understand why Cassian would bother. “Let’s just say I’m good at making people disappear from the radar,” he replied cryptically. “And I owe you one for what happened.” Savannah furrowed her brow. “Owe me one?”

Cassandra sat so stunned, she couldn't believe Dennis' words at first because she knows how many games he can play at times but with the look on his face, it is assured that he is saying nothing else but the truth. "I am so sorry about this Dennis, I never knew that you grew up in a Mafia home". Dennis looked at her with eyes filled with tears, "I lied to you Cassandra, don't you understand? I lied to you that my parents lived in New York whereas I was born and raised in Italy until I moved into New York before I worked for the Risc Dawlin company. I am so sorry Cassandra, it was never my intention to lie to you about something like this but I was so scared to let you know who my foster pare