Mario Character Ghost Novels & Stories

Neither of us recognizes the cinnamon scent tainting our mate’s perfectly toasted marshmallow scent, but that’s not unusual. “Huh?” She sits up on her elbow. “What do you mean?” “Who had their hands on you? I’ll kill him.” Ghost snaps and snarls at her. I haven’t Leni startle like that in years. My heart clenches at the sight. Ghost is undeterred. “I want to know who it is. NOW!” “Whoa, bro! What the fuck has gotten into you?” I yank hard and pull him back. “Don’t talk to our mate like that. You don’t get to treat her like that.”

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

“The Ghost is still alive. He’s working with me. He’s the one who’s been behind every attack. He’s the one who killed the old contacts. He’s the one who wants the city destroyed too.” The words hit the room like a bomb. The Ghost. Still alive. Working with Marco. Cove’s face went white. “The Ghost? You’re telling me the Ghost is still alive? And working with you? After everything?” Lena stood up fast, her voice tight. “Marco, if that’s true, we’re all in danger. Tell us more.” Marco looked at me, his eyes sad. “I’m telling the truth this time. The Ghost is alive. He’s with me now. He wants you dead, Eli. He’s the one who sent the message about the fire.”

“Save it. I’ll see it myself.” Sara handed him her phone. Ghost took it, finally pausing long enough to glance at the screen. He watched the video once. No reaction. No emotion. Just a small, humorless smile. Then he said, “Stupid.” Roc stiffened. “What did you just...” “Not Marco,” Ghost snapped. “Juan. Idiot thinks he’s untouchable.” Sara blinked. “What do you mean?”

Chloe said, her voice laced with concern. ​"I'm not having a heart attack, Chloe. I'm having a realization," Mario said, stepping around the table to stand beside her. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving. "When we were in that apartment... when they took you... I realized that the Ghost life, the heists, the money—it’s all noise. The only thing that made sense was getting you back. The only thing that scared me wasn't the bullets or the cops. It was the thought of a world where I couldn't hear you laughing at my bad jokes." ​Chloe’s eyes widened, her breath hitching. "Mario..."

“This way, I decide whom I see and when.” “Unless they touch you without your permission. Spirits reaching out for help or trying to scare you away don’t hesitate to touch you.” “Oh, true,” I muttered. “You should try and see what happens.” He swallowed and turned to the open door, raising his voice. “Hey, kids! Wanna play a game?” I giggled, seeing how naturally he transitioned to Haunter Supreme to boss ghosts around and resume breakfast. “What game?” asked one of the tablets a moment later. Brandon replied like he was addressing any regular kid and nodded to me, his mug right by his mouth.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Ghost comments. Unfortunately, I know what show he is talking about, but I’ll stop it. Ari and Ghost flirt back and forth. As the first wave of humans begins to cry out and fall to the floor, I stand up, leaning down over the glass railing. Ghost comes up next to me, laughing his ass off at the pain of the humans beginning to OD. “You know, Ghost. I ended up becoming a necromancer since you last saw me,” I state casually. “That’s cool. I remember you were so pumped even though I’m not sure I still believe in that type of mythical shit. So what, you can kill people better now and send them to death faster?”

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.

The remaining two had their tremor rising, their heart beat erratic and their mouths quivering. "Should I repeat myself?"Raphael warned. "The ghost"Tom cries as they kept their unwavering gaze on their dying friend. Raphael gave a mischievous smile. "Why did Mario die?" Petro faces him and he shakes his head. "I don't know. All I know is--is...he..he had some kind of evidence against the ghost. He was planning on using it against our boss" He cried like a baby knowing his own death was imminent. Raphael diverted his attention from Petro to his capos behind him. "Give me every detail you know about the ghost and I might just free you both"