Say Ghost And Pals Novels & Stories

He snapped his fingers and vanished from the living room. As Pascal arrived on campus, he heard boisterous cheers emanating from a particular direction. Intrigued, he made his way towards the source of the commotion. However, something caught his eye - a ghostly figure standing in a corner, staring at him with a lifeless expression. Pascal frowned and wondered if this was the doing of Ghost.

"Please, Wyvern…" The devilish lady twitched, clearly resistant. "If the manager finds out—" "Your manager is nothing!" Wyvern grinned, baring his teeth. "He was The Ghosters' lapdog, but guess what? Newsflash—they're all dead!" "What?!" the lady exclaimed in shock. "What? Didn't you hear me?! The Ghosters are dead! Even their boss is dead too!" Just as Wyvern finished raving, the door up front suddenly opened.

Anyway, they got rid of the bad guys and found out it was Ghost and his gang. However, Ghost somehow vanished off before any of the cops could grab a hold of him, but his raffs were caught along with his son, Ricky who called himself the Hollow. Strauss decided to have a one on one conversation with the Ghosts son and could notice fear in the eyes of the young man, who was quite nervous. Unlike the Ghost, the face she saw seated on the chair was a young boy who was full of fear and nervousness, eagerly wanting to see his daddy.

They also wanted to gain at least something beneficial for their growth, instead of playing this useless game of tag. Coincidently, all of their paths were still the same since that was the only way out. Phoenix Gods and Ghost Ravens rushed toward the ghoul valley with the intention of hunting. Whereas, White Clan and Gaia rushed to hound the Rha members.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

Not even if God Himself would decide to forgive her. As she waited with bated breath, approaching footsteps could be heard from the door. Using the tanks as reflection, she could vaguely see the people entering. It was Fakey McBaldy, Gollum, the female player, one man and the last to enter was Undertaker. They entered cautiously with their guns in position. “Five,” thought Gray to herself. “Four down.”

Summer's sleeve had almost been ripped apart by Joe. To protect her clothes, Summer decided against saying anything anymore. Yet, everyone in the meeting room heard a clear and loud click of the tongue. Everyone looked toward the sound. Gale. Tch. Gale licked her tongue again. "Only ghosts are ever so single-minded." Summer wanted to stand up and give Gale a sound of applause! That was a great line! Gale smiled. "Good men are like ghosts. No one has ever met one, but many people think they exist."

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

"..we are Ghosthunters and we have been hunting ghosts." Everyone stared at each other before nodding. "I like it," Carlos said. "We are the Ghosthunters." Everyone chorused and at that moment, a shooting star passed and everyone glanced up at it.

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.