Ghostface Characters Novels & Stories

“I thought you told me it’s practically impossible. A werewolf can not inherit his father’s wolf.” “How would I know that?” Ghost frowned. “I told you I think. That was just speculation. I told you I was not sure how it worked for God’s sake. I’m a Lycan not a werewolf.” “I can’t believe the two of you are having this conversation right here in my front,” Jimin sighed. “And how the fuck do you have the voice of Draymond and the face of Ghost?” “Nothing magic cannot do,” Ghost spread his arms and laughed. “I have my partner Calisté to thank for that. She helped me.”

Amanda snapped, her simmering anger reigniting at the stranger's audacious familiarity with her full name. "I am Ghost."

"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.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

“For who?” Ayesha’s stomach tightened. “For people who aren’t supposed to exist.” She moved toward the far end of the tunnel. A single lantern glowed. And sitting beside it? A figure dressed in black, waiting. Ayesha’s breath caught. Zayn. Face to Face with a Ghost The room fell silent. Zayn Malik Shah leaned forward, his face calm, unreadable. He looked older than she remembered—scarred, hardened, his eyes sharper than before.

I pointed at his arm. “If you make a little mistake…” Then I pointed at his stomach. “He wouldn’t hesitate to remove that…” Then his shoulder. “And that…” Then his thigh. “And that…” He looked like he was choking on his own spit. I leaned in closer, my lips almost brushing his ear. “And feed your flesh to his pets….” He froze. Completely. I pulled back slowly, meeting his eyes with a cold smile. “He has a lot of pets, Galvin,” I whispered. “And they eat only human flesh.”

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.