Johnny Ghost Novels & Stories

Men got out, secured the area with military precision. I didn't wait for permission. Just opened my door and ran. Ghost met me at the front entrance. Six-foot-four of solid muscle and calm competence. He had been special forces before going private, and it showed in the way he moved he was always aware, always ready. "He's in the living room," Ghost said quietly. "Playing that dinosaur game you got him. I told him we might be taking a trip, but he doesn't know anything else." "Thank you." I gripped his arm. "For everything."

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

When he heard Jacob’s cry for help, he mustered the last bit of strength and muttered, “Mr. Wilson, I’m so sorry. It’s my fault for dragging you into this, I’m sorry! I’m gonna go soon!” Johnny sneered with a chilling expression, “Albert, I’m impressed that you can hold on this long, but I’d suggest you not to hold on anymore. Otherwise, it will only bring you more suffering!” Albert’s face started to turn black and purple, but he still roared hoarsely, “I won’t die so easily! Even if I do, I’ll haunt you!” “Oh?” Johnny smirked as if he had heard a joke, “Then I’ll wait for you to find me tonight as a ghost and then I’ll kill you again!”

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

He gripped his sword and came at Malison, followed by the phantom of the cudgel. "I'll spare you not, you God damn beast!" There was a sudden silence after his words. Glancing around, his wolf and vampire blood came to play, but before he could say "Jack", both the shadow and Jenny were nowhere to be found. "Oh no... I'm all alone right now! Where could they have gone?" "Jenny...?" "Jenny?!" "Come out here, let me teach you what it means to be a traitor, you swine!"

“That isn’t the only time, either. Since I came to help clean the place up, I’ve been seein’ people who don’t belong practically every day. Here one minute, gone the next.” “I got the creeps when Ian brought me here to check the place out and decide what to do with it,” Jackson admitted. “The place was riddled with skeletons. Some were intact, and others were scattered about. It was like walking through a grave yard.” Adam’s eyes went wide with surprise. “No one buried those poor people?” Jackson’s face twisted with disgust. “They were just left to rot in the elements or be eaten by critters.”

“Yes, timing is everything, as you know. If you hadn’t made that loan to me a few years ago, I’m not sure….” “Oh, no need to bring that up,” Henry interrupted. “That’s ancient history. I was happy to help a friend.” He was gazing at John poignantly, and the New Yorker froze in his friend’s stare, noticing the glassy look in his eyes. “You’ve always been a good friend, John.” “Henry,” John began, leaning forward in his seat with his elbows pressed into his knees, “is something the matter? You don’t seem quite yourself.” Henry took a sip of his whiskey before inhaling deeply, holding his breath for a second and then releasing it slowly. Finally, he said, “I’m dying.”

I joked. None of those were real. Nothing was real. There were only humans and that was it— Johnny caught me because I didn't know how to stop yet. “I can’t tell you. It’s a secret. You are human, you may blow our cover. I don’t trust you yet,” he said. “You are deadass? There are other creatures pretending to be humans?” I asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Well, not precisely. They have human bodies but they are also something else.”

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.