Ghostface Stu Macher Novels & Stories

And then he stepped out. Marcus Kane. Time hadn’t softened him. If anything, it had carved him sharper, leaner, meaner. His smile cut wide when he saw Ghost, the glint of a knife at his hip. “Seventeen years, old man. Thought you’d died with her.” Ghost’s jaw tightened, his voice low, steady. “You should’ve made sure.”

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

- Ace had a cunning smirk when he lifted the call saying 'hello'. "I was expecting a call from you already. You thought you would make a mess like a street dog, and I will keep cleaning all your illegal outsourcing because you use my mask? You are exposed now, Mr mafia and your little secret about Prosthetics is now out to the world. You cannot play with my reputation anymore. Did you like the slap I gave you?" Ace chuckled loud and narcissistic.

"He’s here." "Jarek?" I whispered. "No," Dominic breathed, his knuckles white. "It’s not him. Not anymore." From the shadows, a figure emerged, but it wasn't the man I remembered. It was a silhouette of jagged edges and flickering blue lights. Jarek—or the machine wearing his skin—stepped into the dim light. His movements were wrong; he didn't walk so much as flicker, his limbs twitching as if controlled by a thousand invisible wires. His eyes were glowing, not with life, but with the cold, unblinking glare of a system diagnostic screen.

My bodyguard, a hulking wolf named Brandon, stayed half a step behind me, his eyes scanning the crowd for anyone who might bump my stomach. "This mechanical unit can replicate any vocal frequency with near-perfect accuracy. Just speak a sentence, and it will echo your tone and timber back to you..." A technician was demonstrating a sleek, silver droid in the corner. I stopped dead, my breath catching in my throat. My feet moved toward the display before I could even think. "Does someone want to volunteer?" the staff member called out. Dozens of hands shot up, but I stood there, frozen. It was like a hex had been placed on my heart. I had tried to bury the horror of what happened in Mysticfal

Lucas said faintly. Stane was utterly mad when he heard it. The crowd of Genetic Fighters in the scene saw it and would not want to miss out on this rare occasion. After all, the leader of the Ghost Ax Palace, Stane, was also a well-known powerhouse in the northern area. "Lucas the Demon, now I want to kill you. I guess you got no opinion about it, right?" Stane stared at Lucas and asked. "Nope," Lucas said slowly. Stane smiled coldly. "Great, then I shall come and kill you!"

The man held in one hand, a tattoo machine. A tattoo artist? What had a tattoo artist got to do with this? "I know how much Ricardo's betrayal pains you." Gustavo kissed his teeth. "Such a shame, you both would have been the most powerful duo. The Ghost and The Dark Knight." He took a step backward. "What do you say you get his name tatted on your cleavage where everyone can see. Where everyone can see your betrayal and your foolishness!" He scoffed and sat himself down. “You may begin. And don’t make a mistake of stopping until the job is done.”

This place was cleaner than a hospital and more armed than a battleship. "Welcome home, Vanguard," a voice echoed from the shadows of the upper gantry. We looked up. Standing on the walkway, leaning on a cane made of black carbon-fiber, was a man. He wore a simple grey mechanic’s jumpsuit, grease stained on the cuffs. His hair was white, his face lined with the deep grooves of a man who had stared into the sun too long. Marcus Steele. He wasn't the glowing, ascended being we had seen in the Hall of Origins. He looked older, heavier. Mortal.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!