Ghosts Cast Novels & Stories

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

Watching Haunters with a bunch of ghosts turned out to be way funnier than I would’ve ever expected. The actors— sorry, the investigators were all way younger than in the clip I’d watched, closer to One Direction than to U2. This was their first season, and they were all pure fire and testosterone, seeking out any chance of action, craving visibility. Over the forty-minute episode, they went up and down the Manor, calling out the evil spirits that had taken it over, seeing dark shadows and being touched by invisible hands, while bangs, knocks and creaking doors echoed all around them.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

I hate myself for considering that some part of me is relishing the prospect of igniting that board… even if it burns him up too. "What's in the coin?" I insist. A pause. "Truth," they answer brusquely. And they're off—gliding into the darkness so fast my eyes can't track the motion. I turn back to Pandora. "Can you track them?" "Already trying," she snarls, tapping at her comm. "But whoever they are? They are Ghosts.". I look back at Cassian. His lids are half-closed, yet his gaze remains fixed on me.

Camela shivered uncontrollably as tears ran down her cheeks. Vincent’s chest surged with anger as he spoke. “Don’t you dare…” But the ghost leaned in even closer and whispered, “Camela Castellano.” Her entire body jerked as the scar on her chest flared so bright it burned her. She screamed, her voice breaking as if the very name itself had ripped her apart. Vincent let out a fierce roar. The chains snapped under the weight of his anger. He lunged forward, his claws slicing right through the ghost's chest. The shadow split apart, scattering like ash.

The man walked away quickly. Looking shocked as well. Gianna watched as the man who looked especially like Nadia disappeared into the crowd. She leaned against the train in a trance. She felt dizzy It was as if the whole thing had drained her. Scott looked at her and touched her shoulder, his hand waving in front of her eyes. "Don't tell me you actually saw a ghost?Gianna,there's no such thing as ghosts." Gianna gave her a false smile. "Yeah, I must be making a mistake."

The altar’s broken shape loomed behind them, cracked stone glowing with unnatural pulses. I gasped. Sarah’s hand found mine. Daniel crouched nearby, silver blade drawn. John’s torch flickered far ahead just a flame swallowed by shadows. David lay before the altar, unconscious. His mark glowed a violent red. The ghosts’ hunger pulsed toward him. Their chant deepened. A voice whispered in my mind, cold as frost: “He remembers. I remember. You belong.” I froze. Sarah tugged me back. “We have to move.” But the ghosts didn’t wait,they surged forward.

Whispers rippled through the rows behind us. Only two companies had received a reaction like that. The Goddard Group International. And Cross Holdings. “Cross Holdings already has this locked down,” a woman whispered. “Nobody stops the Ghost,” another man murmured. “Not unless the Goddards stop him.” Then I turned to Julian. “That man from earlier… who was that?” I whispered. Julian didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed fixed on the stage while his grip on my hand loosened just a little.

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”