Ghostface Novelas e Histórias

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

Gold lettering on glass still says JACE & SARAH but tape over SARAH says KAEL in Kael's handwriting. Black SUV no plates, third and fourth, block both ends of street. Bronx pack. SoHo border closed. I stand in middle of boutique in Kael's black shirt wrapped around waist, bare feet on hardwood that covers border stone. My brown hair damp with full moon sweat. My brown eyes flash gray-gold constant now, not flicker. Ghost Wolf King half-shifted, claws out, smoke gray fur on forearms, white tips glowing.

I grab my phone from the table, expecting some random notification. Instead, my stomach drops when I see the name on the screen. Unknown. My smile drops, there’s a message waiting for me. Unknown: Come over to the Black Estate. I stare at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Then another message appears. Unknown: Or I upload this video to the internet.

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

But the way she had treated my Queen of Ice on the stairs earlier made me want to snap her neck on the spot. "Your accent sounds like you're from North Africa. Is it true that nobody has seen your face because it's ruined? And you had a scar?" It was true. The real Ghost had a scar on his face. The legendary Ghost they knew had died months ago. I had taken his identity and used his name to find a way inside the Bratva. I pulled my arm free from her grasp and walked away. I couldn't stand her, not even for a second. I kept searching the room for Irina among the domestic staff, but her beautiful face was nowhere to be seen.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

I am not stopping until I get it. Finally, Ghost looks up, his face blank. “Snake’s clean,” he says, his voice flat. “No suspicious activity on his IP address. No calls or texts to Kade or anyone tied to him. Nothing.” he declares,his eyes trained on me. The room stays silent for a second, like nobody believes it. My stomach twists and disbelief hits me hard. For the first time,I don't know if I should trust Ghost’s findings. He has always been accurate though.

Chapter 98: failed mission Ghost’s POV It was already dark outside when I started my car and headed toward Diana’s place. I wore my usual black hoodie and gloves, with my face covered by a black mask. I always wore the mask. No one knew my face…not even Mercy. That’s how I worked. In shadows. No names. No mistakes.

He stood at the end of the block, his figure shadowed by the dim streetlights, but the mask caught my eye immediately. It wasn't just any mask—it was hauntingly beautiful. A skull, bleached greyish white against black fabric. It covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes exposed. But those eyes... they were dark, watching everything with a predator's intensity, cutting through the night like he was born in it. It was sexy in a terrifying kind of way—like he knew exactly how much fear could excite someone. Ghost's body was built, all muscle, and the confidence in his walk made something inside me coil tight.

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.