Spector Man Novels & Stories

He presented them to Alex and William with a cocky flourish, though I couldn’t help but notice how he wouldn’t reach anywhere near me. “Here you go. Take a look at that, boys.” “A-And girl,” Baby Face corrected hastily. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” William groaned. I barely spared him a glance before leaning over and reading the card in Alex’s hands. The font was dramatically bold and drippy, like how you’d expect from the business card of a ghost hunter, but the names meant nothing to me. But apparently, they meant something to Alex, because he scoffed. “Elijah Moore and Gabriel Spender,” he read. He sized up the two men again. “SpectreWatch.net—you guys run that website.”

“Maybe thousands.” Before anyone could respond, a noise echoed from above — the metallic clank of boots against steel. Sang-woo’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Lights flared to life, blinding. A voice cut through the air, smooth and cold. “Did you really think you could walk into my house and leave alive?” Spectre. He stood on the upper walkway, dressed in black armor, a mask covering the lower half of his face. His eyes glowed faintly under the harsh light — cold, calculating, merciless.

He extended his hand, half expecting Christian to reject him but contrary to his expectation, Chris Jnr jumped down from the suitcase and held Daniel’s hand as he walked towards the restroom. Chris Jnr’s lips curled up victoriously in a corner that wasn’t visible to anyone as he held Daniel’s hand and walked towards the restroom. Inside the toilet cubicle, Chris Jnr clenched his fist around the crystal pendant that he had hanging on his neck and called out in a whisper “Spector” With a slight fluctuation in air, Spector appeared in the small cubicle; he wrinkled his nose as he saw his surroundings before calling out in a whisper “Little boss”

The Specter’s Chamber Qye walked in calm, calculated steps towards a separate, heavily protected estate belonging to one of the few men who commanded enough respect and fear to host a simultaneous war council for both the Jager and MTP Clan. “Boss” Qye bowed in respect. The Specter was a retired giant of the old world, a legendary figure whose influence extended deep into the city's power structures, and who had often served as an unofficial mediator and occasionally, an executioner for the Mafia’s elite. He's an old man who still has the gay eyes of one who is still interested in war if war comes to him.

“Ghost is careful. He doesn’t trust people easily. But he has a network people in high places, people you wouldn’t expect.” Matteo scoffed. “That is not news.” Viktor gave a weak smile. “I wasn’t finished.” He looked at Adrian. “There is a man, someone close to him. No one knows his real name, but they call him Specter. He is Ghost’s right hand.” Adrian’s fingers tapped against his knee. “And what does Specter do?” Viktor’s lips twitched. “Everything Ghost doesn’t want to do himself.” Rosco spoke for the first time. “Where do we find him?”

Spencer growled. "What do you want from my mommy?" Leo questioned still hiding behind the door if the cubicle. Spencer continued walking back and forth. "Just shut up and be a good little boy and get out. When we go back to our booth you will tell your mom that you absofuckinglutely love me and that we resolved whatever we had going on." Spencer growled. "Do you understand-" before he could reply he was interrupted by a man who looked a little older as in his early or mid forties. He was dressed in full black, like a chauffeur... a chauffeur. It dawned onto Spencer.

On top of them , a transparent white crystal was floating , it wasn't visible in sunlight but as it rotated slowly on its axis , the crystal ended up reflecting . " So " once again Kyle clapped his hands and Chelsea willed her attention away from the crystal floating midair in the sky to him " As you can see , we have a total of seven arena , on top of them as Chelsea you have already seen , is a magical crystal that will call spectre " Chelsea mouthed the word and a sense of foreboding started to rise in her heart . Maybe Kyle sensed her apprehension ,as he almost smiled at her sympathetically . "Here the work of Spectre is to create an alter ego of everyone present here , just so we are ve

Despite the room being dark, Hent was able to identify who that man was, and she automatically went on alert mode because there is only one family that she gave access to enter in that door: Bon, Doe, Crimson, Forest, and Blanche. "Finally I can touch you." The man grinned maniacally as he touched Hent in the cheeks. Hent moved her orbs and searched the man's body for any perilous object, he was wearing an army green shirt under a faded blue leather jacket, his brown cargo pants also showed no sign of weapons that could harm Hent. "What are you doing here?" Hent asked as she operated the lights around her to be switched. The man covered his eyes from the sudden lights that came on the ceilin

Luis sat uneasily for a while, while feeling at the mercy of this man he was yet to see. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Salamanca said while emerging from the shadows. The man was short and stocky, with a mustache and protruding stomach. Luis also noticed that he had a rosary on his neck. Dressed in khaki shorts, and oversized T-shirt, Salamanca looked more like a service man than a criminal boss. He took his seat on a chair adjacent to theirs. “I’m so sorry about your brother.” Luis said , while trying to ‘water’ the ground.

“Yes, Ancestor. It is me. Can we talk?” As you may have guessed by now, the person who contacted Ancestor Specter was Mane. After a slightly awkward morning with Sunflower where both of them tried to ignore the kiss they had shared the night before, Mane had taken his bath and dressed up. He then went to see the twins and had been with them till now. He had already sent messages to Ancestor Ice and Ancestor Storm and had received handwritten letters from them discretely. He needed those as proof so that Ancestor Specter would believe him when he informed him that Ancestor Ice and Ancestor Storm were now on his side. “We can. Meet me in my study.” Ancestor Specter frowned slightly and said.