Girly Ghostface Novels & Stories

They would do everything just to cling to Jia. The female ghost was silent for a moment. She then raised her eyes. Half of her face was burned, and the other half was wounded. Still, I could see the eyes behind her dampened bloody hair. It was a beautiful shade of grey. For a moment, I was in a daze. Her eyes gave me a sense of familiarity. Was it because it has the same color as Lucas? "Then can you tell to that special child that I am still waiting for my reward."

It was a grudgeful female ghost with a pale face, red lips, and blood-red eyes. This female ghost was formed by the fusion of a few female corpses, so it was a very powerful grudgeful ghost. “I know you were killed by the Hoklux Gang. However, Roger is already dead, so you can rest in peace now!” Gerald said to the female ghost. The female ghost stared at Gerald and released a red ribbon toward Gerald without saying anything. Gerald swung his Astrabyss Sword immediately and started battling with the female ghost. Rey, who was hiding behind Gerald, moved here and there. He didn’t dare to open his eyes to look at the female grudgeful ghost, thinking that it was too scary.

" 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.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

“Oh? If you’re such a great warrior, why can’t you land a single hit? Maybe try screaming at me. That seemed to work on the bear.” “Oh, so you do remember me scaring it away? I might not have a wolf yet, but I am a beast.” He tried to hide it, but I caught the tiny smirk on his infuriatingly handsome lips. Thud. I was on the floor again. Whistle! My next opponent was none other than her. Ugly Face. What was her name again? “Well, well, if it isn’t Ghost Girl. Still haunting our dreams?” she sneered. “I’d love to be in your nightmares,” I shot back. “Lurking in the shadows… ready to drag you to hell.”

The bathroom door swung open, cutting off my reply. My heartbeat accompanied the heavy thud of Ghost’s combat boots as he stomped his way inside. His expression was one of cold murder, but that didn’t stop my eyes from dropping down to his chest. Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? And was that blood? A thin trail of dried blood ran down Ghost’s chest stopping halfway to his belly button. I noticed the silver bars poking out from each of his nipples. They were a little red, likely agitated. Those piercings looked new …

"Elle, you need to see this.” Ghost calls out. I push the knife a little harder into the Collector’s shoulder before jumping to my feet. I give him one last look before turning my back on him. His fingers have stopped twitching; even if I take the knife out, the damage is most likely permanent, and he’s no threat to me anymore. I see Ghost has walked behind the counter; he has a computer in front of him and the glow of the screen is lighting him up, making him look like some kind of otherworldly ghost. I kind of get the name but it seems more like a punishment to me, like his parents judged him on how he looked when he was born and decided to brand him with the name forever.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.