Mario Character Ghost Novels & Stories

"Call me Ghost. Now follow me." Ghost moved swiftly, her footsteps barely making a sound as she led Kate up the stairs of the basement. Kate followed, her pulse pounding in her ears. Mario’s men didn’t even flinch. The gunshot from the basement didn’t surprise them—it was common for Mario to take victims down there, torture them, and end their lives with a single bullet. To them, it was just another night. Ghost moved swiftly, silent as a shadow. She crept up behind the nearest guard standing by the stairs.

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.”

He glanced over his shoulder at Ghost bent over the desk. The rules were different with Ghost. Marco wondered at times if the guy had been designed, down to his average-Joe looks. It was easy to look at him and see a regular dude. But Ghost wasn't normal. He bled, he pissed, and he ate like a man, but something about him wasn't right. "You got me?" Ghost said. "Loud and clear. We'll be gone in an hour." Marco let himself out of the apartment, locked the door, and drew his first easy breath.

Marco quickly raised both hands in surrender, "I come in peace and I come with a deal. I have a way to tackle Andrea in order for you to take over Gabriel Accardo's Empire." "And what exactly made you think I'll care about your lousy plan?" She scoffed, piercing him deeper with the knife. "I know what you're thinking about Andrea. But I'm here to tell you not to underestimate her." He informed, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean?" "I don't know if you know her, but there's a famous assassin called Ghost. She's swift and adept in combat skills. Although indisposed at the moment, she'll be back to help Andrea as soon as possible." Marco said with a smile.

After escorting the young recruits, the deity of 9th space went to the gathering place of the deities. “Oh, number nine!” Everyone was so excited to see the 9th deity. “Hey, I have a name. My name is Maley! Don’t call me number nine!”- The 9th deity always tries to look serious. “OMG! Maley! Are you still annoyed with names?”- the Perian deity said. Maley was about to say something when an old voice resounded: “Maley, Perian, you two just come here, don’t argue!”

Unfortunately, Dolores and Naomi, two of Sadie's friends died on the second day by the ghost's anger. There was also a couple, who died the third day under the female ghost's torture. On the fourth day, Sadie's closest best friend, June and another boy died. But, at last Marcel and Sadie somehow survived without even a scratch on their body. This was actually because Marcel Ryuu is the direct descendant of the Imperial Exorcist who exorcised demons and ghosts from the 1900s starting from Japan. The only reason, Marcel came with Sadie was because he was worried about Sadie meeting a ghost, Marcel knew Sadie wouldn't believe him if he warned her about such things, it was better to not let her

“You heard me.” I blinked. “The fuck I am.” “You will,” he said, tone flat. “Or Ghost drags your ass back to the strip club .” “You have arms. Use them.” He exhaled through his nose. Slow. “I don’t need my arms, ragazza. I need obedience.” My skin prickled. Ghost wasn’t here. He’d left hours ago to go get Pietro. The hacker. The weird one. The one who kept giving me looks like he wanted to bite me and cry about it after.

Far from his body. He walked out of the room, stepping out of the entrance to the hospital. What was his next step going to be?. He wondered, not having an idea since he had never been dead before. Food!. Maybe should go get food. But does he need one? Do ghosts eat?. He wondered and groaned. He hated referring to himself as that. He was Marco, the feared billionaire Marco. How did he end up here?. He thought and roughed his hair with his right hand.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

A marshal Ghost Spell shouted, wanted to stop people, but, did not see how the opponent did it, he saw the other Ghost Spell bow marshal flying back out, crashing to a place far away from the muddy side in. The people were startled. Just now, the Ghost Spell was a marshal, but he was a master with two hundred and thirty Enlightened Practitioner's unsurpassed combat power. Ghost Great God flashed in his mind, with a surprised face, approaching the person. "Are you that Tadhg Walter?" Ghost Spell provides fearless masters. Ghost Body is just an extremely suspicious face, obviously not having heard of Tadhg Walter's title. That's right, the one who came was Tadhg Walter.