Novelas y relatos de Ghostface

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

It hummed with the sound of massive computing power. Sitting in the center of the room on a simple ergonomic chair was a man. He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with messy dark hair and thick framed glasses. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, typing furiously on a keyboard. This was the Ghost. Not an old veteran, but a kid. Adrian stopped at the edge of the server farm. "Silas Vane. Meet the Ghost." The kid stopped typing. He spun his chair around. He looked at Silas, then at Leo. He pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Human trafficker! Call the FBI!” “Actual demon. Burn in hell, Luna!” “Look at her face in the stream right now! She’s a ghost!” In the penthouse, Luna’s jaw dropped, her artful expression collapsing into a mask of pure, unadulterated terror. Her face drained of all color, turning a sickly, mottled gray under the expensive ring light. She looked at her secondary monitor and saw her own betrayal being broadcast to 50 million people. She tried to speak, to scream that it was a deepfake, but the platform’s "Account Banned" notification slammed across her screen in bold, blood-red letters.

“You’re late.” My head popped up as I recognized the gravelly voice. Ghost was leaning against the side of the building, looking like a badass GQ model. He wore slim black cotton pants and a greyish-brown button-down shirt that looked tailored and expensive. The shirt was untucked underneath his motorcycle jacket in an attempt to look casual. Most of the girls walking by walked into one another or stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk. The fact that his eyes were steeled on me raised my spirits.

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

She then laughs as she says, “Luna, I’m sorry, but this will be cold.” “Amity, please call me Annalise…” I say as I flinch when the cold gel from the bottle hits my stomach. I then watch as she picks up a stick connected to the machine and places it on my stomach. Fredrick and Nicolas walk over, pulling a stool with them. They sit down next to me. I watch as Amity looks at the screen. She presses a few buttons and then frowns. A little worried that something was wrong, I whisper,

Frank snapped his fingers, and Jada pulled out Gashface's phone, unlocked it with Gashface's fingerprint, and scrolled through his messages. Finding the transfer notification, he showed it to Gashface proudly. "Do you see this?" Gashface smirked. "I can fake notifications too. It doesn't prove a thing." Jada nodded. "I have to admit that you've got brains, so it's a shame you're wasting it!" She then freed Gashface, who ran without hesitation… only for Jada to trip him since she was prepared for it. "Stay down, or I'll make you," she said, putting a foot on his shoulder and throwing his phone in front of him. "Check your messages, and then your account. There's all the time in the world."

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.

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 feel another swift movement behind me but as I turn swiftly to behold what it is, there is nothing. “Come face me if you have the guts!!” I rant at the top of my voice and hit my hand on my chest. “ I don’t have time for games. I am Asher Feathers and I’m not a gamer, I am a beast eater!!” I growl and my claws pops out.