Ghostface Characters Novels & Stories

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

He spoke up again, "Hey, it's okay, you know. I can understand you must be going through tough times to behave like that. So, you don't have to be like this." With his words, I turned to him after a few moments. There was no humor or something in his eyes but just warmth as he smiled at me. For some reason, my embarrassment was fading away and I tried to smile back, "Thank you." "That's better." He said as he settled on the chair at my desk, "Anyways, I am Tristan Hoult." He held out his hand for a handshake. I went through an inner battle to reach for it and at last did, "Eden McBride."

and then leaves to get to work. I follow Xander down the steps. He turns right when we reach the second floor and waves as I continue down. I step through the patio door and begin to undress and place my clothes in a drawstring bag and then secure the bag around my neck before shifting. My wolf, Ghost is the perfect predator. His fur is white as snow, his eyes a piercing blue. His appearance lures people in with a false sense of security, but what you don't see from his appearance is the hidden monster within. Ghost is a vicious hunter and an even more vicious protector. Even some of our pack members cower at the sight of him in training.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

Ace's Pov Elena and Ghost arrived at noon. The building felt different the moment they walked in. Not because Ghost did anything visible to change it. Because the specific awareness that someone in the room understood every system running inside the walls produced a kind of alertness that had no other cause. Ghost was younger than I expected. Early twenties. The kind of face that gave away nothing. It had been designed to give away nothing for a long time. They said nothing when introduced. I understood immediately that saying nothing was not rudeness. It was standard operating practice.

He looked at me, eyes filled with dread. I nodded. He answered. The screen filled with darkness at first. Then a figure stepped into the light. A man who looked like an older, colder version of Nikolai. Same stormy gray eyes. Same sharp jawline. But his face was scarred, his expression empty of everything except pure, calculated hatred. “Hello, little brother,” The Ghost said, voice smooth and chilling. “It’s been a long time.” Nikolai’s grip on me tightened painfully. “Elias,” he whispered, voice breaking.

Dani trails along behind Asher as he walks a few step ahead of her, holding a boy by each hand. Nik is dressed as a teddy bear and Nate is dressed as a lion. Nate has a drawn on brown nose and whiskers thanks to a brown eyeliner pencil. Nik wanted his face colored on too, so she drew him a brown nose as well. With their fuzzy suits on, they both look so cuddlely that she could not stop hugging them. “Are we almost there, Daddy?” Nate asks Asher looking up at him with tired eyes.

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.