Ghostface Characters Novels & Stories

" Ghostface's expression was brutal as he yelled. Then, Ghostface turned around and glared at Harvey as he gritted his teeth. Harvey narrowed his eyes as he arrived at the edge of the clearing with a curious expression. While Ghostface had been screaming the name Sverker for a while, only when he arrived at this place did Harvey realize that Sverker was probably not some ordinary man.

Like a Hollywood actor but with the muscles of a guy that lives in the gym. “That one is Ghost,” Jonas says, and I frown, repeating the name. Jonas laughs, and Ghost shakes his head, only looking at me through the rearview mirror for a split second. “Hi darling, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says, winking and looking at me again for a split second.

Gabby started long and hard at this familiar figure, posture almost deformed by crouching in front of a computer for too long as he stood up to shake hands with her. It definitely looked like him. Could he be? The Phantom?

I could just tell he would be a coward, for him to stay in hiding just to fire a bullet. A few minutes later, two of the men dragged someone out from behind a false wall panel. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, skin slick with sweat, eyes darting everywhere but at me. Ghost stepped forward, a predator closing in on prey. “Thought you could hide, huh?” Ghost’s voice was a growl. He didn’t wait for an answer before his fist connected with the man’s jaw, the sound of impact echoing in the room. The guy stumbled, groaning, blood already gathering at the corner of his mouth.

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

Dogs had to be taught who the owners were, and she sent Liu Feng a message to thank him for the brilliant acting. From left to right, excluding Killian, the guild members introduced themselves. “Rank #92. My mafia name is “Faceless”. My ability is the ultimate disguise. I don’t have a fixed face after a horrible accident.” Many gasps filled the room when “Faceless” removed his skin mask, revealing nothing but a horrible sight of exposed bones and muscles. Zen felt sick, and Sasha pitied him. While this was a gruesome sight even for those in the mafia, it wasn’t uncommon.

hood. A faint blue glow emanated from beneath, casting an unsettling yet strangely calming light on his features. Anya's breath caught in her throat. Could it be...? "Easy there," the figure chuckled, a dry rasping sound that sent shivers down her spine. "We've been expecting you, Anya." His words confirmed her suspicion. It was Ghost, the mysterious figure from the warehouse. Relief washed over her, a wave that momentarily pushed back the weariness that had settled in her bones.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

Not even if God Himself would decide to forgive her. As she waited with bated breath, approaching footsteps could be heard from the door. Using the tanks as reflection, she could vaguely see the people entering. It was Fakey McBaldy, Gollum, the female player, one man and the last to enter was Undertaker. They entered cautiously with their guns in position. “Five,” thought Gray to herself. “Four down.”