Mario Character Ghost Novels & Stories

but to her surprise he did not make any negative comments, he even offered his hand and greeted her, and even wished her a good luck on her interview. ‘Was that for real?’ she couldn’t get enough of it, he had the smoothest hands ever, she wanted so much to wipe the smirk off her face with her puny little fists. She moved a bit slower to get enough sniff of his cool perfume. She turned around and winked at Marcy, All these in one day, he said hello, did not get upset with me, greeted me and now a good luck wish, she was super excited. She sniffed her hand with admiration. She was never going to wash it.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

Liora could smell Mavric’s masculine scent mixed with a hint of tobacco and stress. “Someone just saved my company, Liora,” Mavric whispered. “Someone incredibly brilliant someone who knows how to manipulate Marcus Vane’s code like it’s child’s play.” “Their codename is ‘Ghost’.” Liora raised an eyebrow. “Ghost?” Sounds like an action movie hero. “What does that have to do with me?” “I’m just a woman you’ve locked up here.” Mavric took Liora’s hand, feeling the pulse in her wrist.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

She looked pissed; very, very pissed. "Avamarie," I breathed. Everyone turned to see what I was looking at. "Who is that?" Craig asked. "That is Avamarie. She's the woman that is helping me," I told him. "She's a ghost," Benjamin chimed in. "The one I saw the other day." "Well, you were right she is very good looking," Craig said in appreciation. "Although she doesn't really look much like a ghost."

There’s a carve of Gundam head on its head which is a coconut shell. “Kyaa!!!!” Megumi is scared of their presence. “4 Indonesian ghosts. Who expects that you do exist?” Alfi draws Pelidi and multiplies it into 2. “Do you want to attack us?” The tied ghost said. “Don’t you want to arrest a runaway prisoner like me?” Alfi puts a stance. “How can? I am barely to move and one of us is unable to walk.” The tied ghost said. “Indeed, but the Berserker and the low-quality non-original Gundam can,” Alfi said.

"That's what bothers me. Something like this shouldn't exist. It not an ancient ruin, a castle like this would have been found by humans and documented in this map. This castle wasn't built here, which means something must have used teleportation magic to bring it here." A noise behind them startles them both. Delmar pulls out his sword as he quickly turns around to face the threat. But when Delmar sees that it's just a ghost he sheaths his sword. The ghost is floating in the air and has no legs. It's whole body is a translucent white, and it's face is rounded with black holes for it's eyes and mouth. "Beware mortals for I am the guardian of this castle." The ghosts says moving its arms arou

I knew this man was going to be my doom and I was willing to embrace that doom with opened arms. Silently, I raised a brow, indicating that his presence confused me seeing how he was a stranger who just barged into my space like he owned the place. With an outstretched hand, his deep, rough voice reverberated. “I’m Ghost.” I took his hand, shaking him professionally but startling at how small my hand was compared to his. “Ghost?” I repeated and he hummed a response. “A messenger for the Sanchez’s.” I immediately withdrew my hand from him with a snare. “My meeting was scheduled with the head of your famiglia.” Again, he hummed a response as he threw himself on the couch with a sigh.

was still echoing in my goddamn chest, soft and thunderous all at once. And then this. Gio wanted to unravel her. Piece by piece. He wasn’t coming with armies, he was coming with ghosts. With messages carved into flesh. He was reminding us that monsters don’t always knock. They just let themselves in. My phone buzzed. Another message. Another body. This one was worse.