Ghostface Characters Novels & Stories

Celeste said and Xayne stopped punching the bag. "Do I have your attention now?". "Are you serious, Celeste?". "I am, he had a cap covering his face and a hood over it, Geez his lips were captivating, I can't believe a ghost picked interest in me". Celeste said. "Did you say hood? Black hood, he's pretty tall". "Um how did you know?". "Damn! I'm not crazy after all, it's real, he's real ". Xayne whispered. .

I spoke in an imperative tone and stood up. The people in the hall bowed, and I sighed, leaving the place and going up to the Imperial Wing. We hadn't fixed the elevators, so I had to walk. When I reached the staircase, I found Ishtar and Ghost standing there. Ghost has changed, his appearance is much changed, his hair is a little longer, his gaze softer, while he still wears jeans and a leather jacket, but in a more social way, and his presence is striking. You can see how powerful he has become, his natural aura is potent.

"Another team. However, things are not going well actually. It's a long story. I'll explain you later." "Sure!" Tilting his head around, he then opened the window, and soon his face was exposed. A subtle surprised expression came upon Ava's face when she discovered Felix's face. She could see him sitting in the front of Alex. He's the guy who became the 7th member of the Ghost Busters recently. How can she forget that? Their team had all the informations. She knew Ghost Busters have hired a new member. And, it was easy to guess that this new face might be the new member they hired.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Ghost pulls out a couple of pieces of paper and throws them down on the table, from brother to brother they make their way up to Austin, Max and me. I look up at Ghost with a humbled look. I was the one that brought Ghost in and was proud as hell when he was patched in less than a year later. I had found him at a bar, some college frat boy was drunk and wanting to pick a fight. Ghost is six four and three hundred pounds of muscle. Kid was out in less than a minute. Ghost has some demons, that much is evident when you see the names of the men he has killed with his bare hands tattooed on his back. "Shane?" Austin asks as I take in the two pictures.

They were all professionals! Whoosh... Just when Philip thought he had Andrius cornered, a group of figures suddenly appeared behind Andrius like ghosts. They all wore black masks which only revealed their brilliant eyes. Their movements were skilled, and their aura was overwhelming. They were the Ghosts. When the Ghosts emerged, they immediately charged at the group of professionals. Andrius approached Philip step by step and slowly closed the distance. “Andrius Moonshade, it really is you!” Philip’s eyes were bloodshot and flashed with a trace of malice. “Since you’ve come today, you can stay here forever! I’ll leave this to you, Master Bronte!”

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

She glared at Jennifer like a fierce little beast. Jennifer scoffed, amused by her defiance. She bent down and poked Nina’s forehead repeatedly. Caught off guard, Nina stumbled back, hitting her head against the iron gate with a loud thud. The noise caught Patrick’s attention from afar, and his heart clenched. "Who’s there?" Jennifer panicked and immediately covered Nina’s mouth. Forcing a smile, she called out, "Patrick, it’s nothing. Just a beggar knocking at the door. It’s cold outside. Take Johnny inside first!"

His gaze swept the room, then locked on the other two who emerged from the darkness. Timmy and Aaron. Both armed. They wore only sweatpants, barefoot, and yet they looked far too dangerous to be just boys waking up in the middle of the night. Timmy had a furrowed brow, messy hair, and the pistol steady in his grip. Aaron, beside him, had an alert glint in his eyes, as if adrenaline had burned away any trace of sleep. And then, at the top of the stairs, Ghost appeared. Unlike the others, he wore a black shirt that seemed tailored to hug every one of his muscles. He held his gun with the same ease as holding a glass of water. His eyes were hard, metallic, scanning every detail of the scene.