The Man With The Ghost Novels & Stories

‘Could he be looking for Alex? Realizing that no one was answering him, the man’s expression turned colder and became more impatient. He turned to look at Ange and Alex on stage. His eyes seem to be that of the Grim Reaper’s, sending chills down everyone’s spine. ‘Ghostly Chi!’ Alex was able to sense something off about the man. This man is probably the only one with such concentrated ghostly Chi. Alex was starting to suspect that he wasn’t even a living, breathing person. He then realized that he was someone who trained in Demonic Voodoo. The man was surrounded by so many evil and resentful spirits that they could easily form a large barrier.

My gaze falls on Ghost, wondering if he can outrun a wolf, but returns when the Wolf-Man clears his throat. He wipes blood from his mouth, his tongue flicking out to finish the clean-up. “What are you doing out here?” “Running away, and you will not drag me back!” I declare, tightening my grip on the reins. I pray Ghost is ready to run, though he stands oddly calm. The man quirks a brow and steps closer, I tense up in response. “Where do you plan on running?” “You are not going to stop me.” I state, giving the reins a light tug. Ghost takes a few steps in response, maintaining a short distance between us and him.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Caleb helped her until they found a crack in the wooden floor. Caleb took it out as Solenn pulled out a box covered with black silk cloth. There’s nothing else in there but the box. Caleb becomes protective. Solenn put it on her sling bag as the ghost’s eyes widened. “He’s here.” She whispered. “Go now!” “Thank you!” Solenn said as the ghost left the area. On their way out was a man, a tall man with long black hair on the right, and half of her hair was silver. “Solenn,” The man looked shocked.

Just as Wyvern finished raving, the door up front suddenly opened. "Hmm?" Wyvern looked up and found a lanky man with a split mustache staring fixedly at him. It gave him the creeps, so he bellowed, "What are you looking at?" However, the man narrowed his eyes and asked, "You said that Ghost is dead?" "Yes, he's dead—what's it to you?" Wyvern snorted in annoyance, even pursuing his lips. "Oh, right. Are you the one who's reserving all the ladies for the night?"

“I’ll help you.” Of course, that ‘you’ wasn’t directed at Miss Sutton. Callum: “…” He sighed and followed along. With those three joining in, plus Miss Sutton and a few of the inn’s workers, they finally managed to drag the crazed man back. Once he was restrained, everyone realized—his dirt-smeared, bloodstained face was full of sheer terror. He clutched his head with both hands, eyes bloodshot, screaming in horror, “Don’t—don’t touch me! There’s a ghost—a ghost, I swear! Don’t come any closer—ghost! There’s a ghost!”

I whispered into the receiver when the man on the other end answered. The voice was calm, almost mocking. “You want Ghost.” “Yes.” “You know the price. Ghost has been locked up for the first time in twenty years. To free him, shut it !!! You have done the lecture before.”. “You’ll get your money.” “Then wait.” The line went dead. For two long hours, I paced my office, my steps echoing in the silence. Finally, headlights cut through the front gates. A black van rolled into the courtyard. Two men in dark suits stepped out, and behind them, another figure emerged.

The energy from the ghost seemed positive, so I slowly began to approach him. He faced me before I could get to him, and his eyes trailed over me slowly before settling on my face. "That's not right," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I need your help," I stated, my words coming out as a plea. "I need a way to get my body back. It has been taken over." The man's spirit regarded me silently for a few seconds as if he was processing what I had just said. "So, you aren't dead then?" he finally asked.

Just then, two other cars pulled over, and men in suits hurriedly got into his car. They all bowed at once. The man with a mole at the corner of his eyes, called ‘ The ghost’, pulled the car door, and Antonio stepped out of the car. They were all his shadows, always at an invisible distance but they are always there. They speed along with him when he does, still maintaining the distance that's a rule they must never break. He's a multi-billionaire who lives his life as he wants. “ Boss,” the ghost called, seeing the blood, “ Are you okay?”