The Man With The Ghost Novels & Stories

he said, his voice calm and controlled, but it carried a menacing undertone. I stepped back, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t know who he was, but I could feel the danger radiating from him. He wasn’t like other wolves—there was something darker, something ancient in his presence. “Who are you?” I demanded, trying to sound braver than I felt. The man smirked, his eyes flicking over me, as though evaluating me. “I’m someone you’ll soon wish you hadn’t met, Ghost Wolf.” I swallowed hard. “What do you want?”

His words began to slur, spilling out in a messy, confused rush. “There… there was a man. In Halton. Right after we moved to the glass house.” He took another gulp, the whiskey burning a path down his throat. “He was called… the Ghost. He wanted to kill us. Zhedya… he took care of it. He killed him, right in front of me. I didn’t want him to though but he was behind my memory loss then so…” Miller’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on his neck. “The Ghost? Do you know his real name?”

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 really sounded pissed now. " Because you offered us a very generous amount of money. And we are always open to negotiations." The man said, his voice smooth. " 'Us'?" Damon asked. " Let's just say I am Shadow's associate. I handle the... physical aspect of our business." The man explained. I didn't like the sound of that. " What's your name?" Damon asked. " Ghost." The man replied. " That's not a real name." Damon countered. The man chuckled, like Damon just said something hilarious.

a voice rasped from the darkness. An older man stepped into the light. He was thin, dressed in a sharp but dated charcoal suit, his hair white and slicked back. He was the Silver Patriarch—the man the city’s underworld called The Ghost. "My father is dead," I said, my voice cracking but firm. "Whatever you think I owe you, I don't have it." The Ghost chuckled, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. "Oh, Lena. I don't want your money. I want the man who used us to get it."

“Is that a human or a ghost?” Across them, dressed in black, a man with a face so deformed that his features couldn’t be differentiated was walking toward them. He had no nose, his teeth were showing, and his eyeballs were even protruding from their sockets. There were craters all over his skin, as if his face had been washed with sulfuric acid. This man was utterly horrendous. If he were to act in a horror movie, he wouldn’t require any special effects makeup. He must be the ghost previously shown on the livestream.

I never thought there were more beings out there apart from vampires, werewolves, and witches, but then another one shows up, and I don't know what to make of him, a weird man that the humans couldn't see, is he perhaps a ghost? Ghost or whatever, my guy feeling is telling me not to trust this man, being or thing. "Look here Mr. Ghost. I do not need your help, I can find them on my own." I bluntly refuse, closing my eyes to ignore him. The more I see him, the more I am forced to reply or even pay attention to him, so it's best I ignore him, maybe, later he'll leave.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

I stuttered as the man started dragging me out of the office. "Not here and where is he?" He asked letting go of my hand and staring at me. "I don't know he's dead, I --- I only met his ghost that's all, I don't know anything!" I responded. "So you are telling me that Jaycob's ghost appeared to you?" The man asked and I nodded my head. He burst into laughed holding his waist while I just stood there staring at him and wondering what was funny, oh right seeing a ghost was a funny thing I guess.

Something about this man just felt so wrong. Aramide wondered why this man looked so familiar and why his mere presence sent chills down her spine. He caressed her skin and ran his nose down her neck, A tear slipped down Aramide’s eyes as she whimpered. The man suddenly yanked the gag out, barely giving Aramide the chance to breathe, before the dark skinned beauty could speak though he stopped her, “You can scream all you want, no one will hear you, and even if they do, no one would ever help a ghost” he said as he chuckled with an evil grin.