Starscream Ghost Novels & Stories

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

"Elle, you need to see this.” Ghost calls out. I push the knife a little harder into the Collector’s shoulder before jumping to my feet. I give him one last look before turning my back on him. His fingers have stopped twitching; even if I take the knife out, the damage is most likely permanent, and he’s no threat to me anymore. I see Ghost has walked behind the counter; he has a computer in front of him and the glow of the screen is lighting him up, making him look like some kind of otherworldly ghost. I kind of get the name but it seems more like a punishment to me, like his parents judged him on how he looked when he was born and decided to brand him with the name forever.

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

I couldn't do a thing. Soon, the livestream was cut off due to graphic content. I could still hear my sister's screams echoing in my ears. Adeline smiled—a victorious, satisfied smile. She finally called it off. Her men dragged my sister from the inferno. Adeline grabbed her by the chin, gripping her burnt, reddened face. "Let's see if your heartless brother shows up now. "But my patience is wearing thin. He'd better surface before Nicky and I tie the knot—or the three of you can reunite in the ground."

I screamed, "Ghost!" A seemingly harmless woman with tear-streaked eyes stared at me with an intense, twisted hatred that even thick makeup couldn't hide.

“You failed in Ebonn Moon. Then again during the alliance summit. I gave you Sienna, I gave you beasts, and still—still—Valentina lives.” “Sh-she’s not normal,” Carmella gasped. “She’s—” “I know what she is!” Ghost's voice fell louder than thunder. “She’s the reason everything unravels. She is the thread someone keeps pulling… undoing every knot I have tied over the past twenty-five years.” He stalked to the edge of the chamber, toward the chained black beast still writhing in the shadows, twitching from the remnants of its failed magic. He touched its snout. It screamed soundlessly, agonizing shriek, and then—it dissolved into dust.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

Camela shivered uncontrollably as tears ran down her cheeks. Vincent’s chest surged with anger as he spoke. “Don’t you dare…” But the ghost leaned in even closer and whispered, “Camela Castellano.” Her entire body jerked as the scar on her chest flared so bright it burned her. She screamed, her voice breaking as if the very name itself had ripped her apart. Vincent let out a fierce roar. The chains snapped under the weight of his anger. He lunged forward, his claws slicing right through the ghost's chest. The shadow split apart, scattering like ash.