Ghosts Characters Novels & Stories

“We’ve got a fucking ghost. Someone smart. Someone close. Someone careful.” And that, more than anything, was what terrified me. Because ghosts didn’t make noise. Ghosts slipped through cracks. Ghosts could sit beside you at dinner and laugh at your jokes and call you family while plotting your death. I looked up at him, my breath shaking. “Then I guess it’s time we start looking for ghosts.” And Zach, he didn’t smile. He just nodded once. Because if it was us or them? It wasn’t going to be us. Not this time. Not ever.

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.

“Ghosts aren’t usually this… flexible.” “Exactly,” Alexandra said. “They’re usually trapped in a loop—stuck in how they died.” “But this one keeps switching up his whole persona,” I said. “What kind of ghost changes its story mid-haunt?” Alexandra shook his head. “None that I’ve ever seen. Usually, how they die defines their entire pattern. This? It’s all over the place.” He paused. “Wait.” I glanced up. Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed.

She went to the estate right after she came back to the city, and dared not even go back to Lefteria Group. Death brushed her very closely this time. Her men gave their lives to escort her back. In the end, only two of them made it back alive with her. “The Twin Ghosts are really ghosts. They don’t have human emotions, it’s like they are two ferocious monsters. Anyone who encounters them won’t get away with their lives…” Miru already had her injuries treated and she was sitting beside Darcy, recounting her encounter with the Twin Ghosts at Melrose. Her injuries were not from the Twin Ghosts but from the other gangsters in Melrose.

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.

There was a faint green spiritual light in their eyes, like the green liquid in their bodies had spilled in the darkness. The fractured swords and sabers in their hands were similarly mottled and unreal. They seemed too insubstantial to be able to wound anyone. "What are these?" Ding Hao was shocked. Ghosts? "Are there really ghosts in this world?" The strange sounds were shrill whistles and a weird slicing noise made by their fractured weapons as they slashed. Before the next flame started flickering, the four green ghosts had pounced on Ding Hao again, giving him no time to think.

The other ghost frightened and hid behind the white lady. Garfield pondered, "Are they evil spirits? How many and how strong?" The white lady shook her head, "It’s not that they are strong…. it is just…. there are hundreds of them and we don’t even know if they are evil or not but all of them are mischievous and working together!" Garfield was surprised. He was also amazed by the fact that there such place exist and the ghosts led them to that place! He looked at K Whatever who wasn’t even bother. ‘Maybe, this player can change the norms in the reaper society…’ He smiled and followed the ghosts.

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”