Ghostface X Reader Novels & Stories

Before anything more happens, it appears that Creed uses the first blow to observe his opponent's sneer, and I can also make out the young man laughing. I briefly realized after that he is something, Creed is something, and his rival had measured his abilities. He is a ghost, am I correct? Then again, it appears that his opponent is also a phantom. Xander is once again surrounded by these monsters as I try to glance at the others, but when I notice him utilizing his powers excessively, his appearance changes. When I looked at Auster after that, I could see that he was indeed shouting while he was killing the others. But when I turn to face Xander, I see that he is grinning, albeit with a sad

It is done, her soul whispered to his. Then, Xander looked at Sienna. For the first time in twenty years, there was no invisible wall between them. The ghost of the boy who had been abandoned was dead. The phantom of the Golden Girl who had fled was gone. Xander pulled his hands from his pockets. He offered Sienna a slow, deep, and unconditionally respectful nod. Sienna stopped. A soft, trembling breath escaped her lips. She didn't flinch. She didn't look away. She returned the nod, a fragile, beautiful smile breaking across her scarred face.

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.

"Then I'll dump her, and we can finally be together out in the open." Christian smiled to himself as he mapped out his future. I dropped my gaze to Helena's sleeping face, a bitter, tangled knot of emotions tightening silently in my chest.

“Don’t say that.” “I need you to know where to look when you miss me.” Tears welled in her eyes, but she held them back. She opened the passage with a press of her hand. “I hate letting you walk into this,” she said. “But you’re letting me,” he replied. “Because I trust you to survive it.” They stared at each other. Then, slowly, Xavier stepped into the shadows—one last glance over his shoulder. “I’ll be the ghost in their storm,” he said. “Until I’m flesh again in yours.”

Tamara assured. "What on earth were those things?" the girl asked. "Ghosts," Xen answered coming closer to meet them when his eyes met those of the girl and for a second, he froze not believing his eyes. ~~~Flashback~~ 2 years ago Xen took his girlfriend on a stroll, and he intended to tell her the truth about his true identity, he had no idea how it was going to go but he believed her love for him could stand the test of time he was wrong. "Believe me Riele...I do see ghosts and I know they killed my parents." Xen said holding his girlfriend's hand begging her to believe him.'

There was more than 30,000 dollars. Lucas’ face lit up. “The fortune teller was right! After the life swap, even money is falling from the sky into my hands!” Zoe pouted a little. “That damn woman. How does she always get so lucky?” Perhaps her greed was first sparked when the fortune teller revealed my fate. Lucas planted a heavy kiss on her cheek. “Honey, this life is all yours now. I’ll make sure we get rich!” They quickly stuffed the money into their bag and dashed into a store. Lucas bought two latest phones.

I pointed out quietly. "Touché. But I did it for a bet. Him? Who knows—maybe he *is* the dog." I laughed, almost forgetting the storm still churning inside me. Until—through the crowd of passing students—I saw *him*. Xander. He descended the library steps, dressed in a black jacket and a gray scarf wrapped around his neck like armor. His gaze stayed fixed ahead, unwavering. And when we were just a few feet apart, there was no smile. No nod. No acknowledgment that we had ever shared a night, a pain... a secret.

I’m captivated by curiosity to know what Ghost is insinuating. “Um, yeah…okay, just give me a minute to get dressed. Wait out here and I’ll be right out.” I say to him in a slow manner. I close the door and lock it. I swiftly go to X’s bedroom. I pull out my shorts that I wore earlier sliding them up my legs. Although Ghost seems a lot nicer right now and almost seems caring, I trust him for nothing. I rip open X’s nightstand drawer and pull out his Glock .45, it’s loaded and safety on. I tuck the handgun in the back of my denim shorts. I rummage through X’s closet, pulling out his black hoodie to better conceal the gun behind me and zipping it up past my chest. I have an abs

His gaze with the extra slow speed of a snail turned around in the direction of the cold coming from and his eyes upon seeing the ice like sharp eyes of the handsome and powerful man in front of him. He gulped in fear before averting his gaze which then landed on his wife standing beside him who had a sly grin on his face. Beth was trying hard not to laugh upon seeing her husband's frightened gaze. She loved him but sometimes he can just be too silly. "He....he...he....he's here?" Ryan almost whispered, pointing towards Xander as of he just saw a live ghost coming out of a horror movie and scaring him with his cold eyes. It was still early in the morning so how can a ghost be here?