Ghosts Aesthetic Novels & Stories

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

The hallway of the Aegis sub-level was a long, clinical tunnel of white light and humming conduits, but as I stepped out of my cell, the very atmosphere began to shift. The air grew heavy and thick with the scent of ozone and the unmistakable, sharp metallic tang of my own unrestrained magic. The Ghost Pack—those hollowed-out shells of the brothers and sisters I had once led through the forests of the Eastern Region—remained frozen in their kneeling positions along the walls, their heads bowed in a mockery of reverence.

“…turn back…” Azanlin raised his staff. “No.” He stepped into the clearing—and froze. There she was. Adolfa. Not real. A memory. A vision. She stood tall, feathers in her hair, power in her eyes. “You lost,” the illusion said. “And you’ll lose again.” Azanlin’s face hardened. “I’m not afraid of ghosts.” He stepped forward. But the image didn’t fade. Instead, it moved. “I’m not a ghost,” it whispered.

He seems to look at everything with such emotionlessness; he doesn't see me as a human, so of course, there's no need to be shy. "The makeup is stunning." Alex raised his eyebrows nonchalantly. I glanced at him without saying anything more. I have no idea what Alex's concept of beauty is, but when I look in the mirror, I don't see anyone else but an expressionless doll. That's my face right now; they turned me into a female ghost. If they put some syrup in the corner of my mouth, my image would be like those ghost movies in abandoned palaces. This horror makeup only makes someone as weird as Alex feel beautiful.

When Candice had suggested that we try and make a day of it while the guys were handling business, we didn't know that Ghost would be watching us. Poor guy. I can only imagine how he got roped into that. "Oh leave the poor man alone Ly, I'm sure he isn't very happy being our eye candy for the day." Candice says then cover her mouth with her hand." We all laugh at her. Candy has never had eyes for anyone but Austin, and as much as I know she would never do anything, it just goes to show just how gorgeous Ghost really is. His tall, dark, and secretive expressions just call on a girl. He make look scary on the outside, but I've had hundreds of conversations with him. He's sweet as hell but hard

Ghosts can’t leave their graves without fear of not being able to get back. This was truly a matter of death or worse for them. Cassidy proposed a most interesting idea. The graves controlled the ghosts' presence through a spirit mark that would appear on each grave when they needed to be in it. Cassidy saw it a lot in the real world with forgotten spirits. The colour was different but she knew it was the same type of mark. All they had to do was to move the tombstones to one place and have the ghosts fight from there. Protecting their homes on the move while helping to take down Logan. Everything could be put back to their rightful place afterwards.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.