Ghost Eyes Novelas e Histórias

Matteo stood by the door, one hand resting smoothly on his gun. I stayed seated, eyes fixed keenly on Ghost. Waiting. Watching. Every minute seemed to drag endlessly and slowly. Painful slow. Ghost’s fingers suddenly stopped and his back straightened and then he scratched his unkempt beards. He leaned in near the screen, lowering his glasses and peering at the screen like he was born blind. " What's it?" Matteo asked. Ghost did not answer at first. He squinted at the screen again and leaned back with a low whoosh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose .

“I…?” My mouth dropped open to say something, but Luca put his hand on my back. Closing it, I just moved my attention back to the picture. That wasn’t there when I took them. Leaning back to I was standing up, I just studied it. “I didn’t see that when I was there.” “Did you notice these?” Heather moved to the next picture. Dad’s supposed ghost was gone, but there were two very distinct yellow… almost orangish eyes glowing above the entrance.

My breath hitched. The shadows weren’t just moving. They were watching. A figure stood just beyond the fire’s reach. Tall, grotesquely thin, its elongated limbs too long for its body. Its skin was a pale, sickly grey, stretched tight over its bones. It had no eyes. Just black, cavernous sockets. And yet—I felt its gaze. The whisper returned, curling around me like cold fingers. “Come closer.” The voice slithered into my mind, a sickly sweet invitation that sent ice through my veins.

Even as Ghost took a deep breath, his entire body spasmed as if each part had their own thoughts. "Did you know how much pain I'd put myself through for power, just to stop Torrent's pursuit?!" "Are those… Grey eyes?" Skyler paused when she saw those eyes stitched into Ghost's belly. "Indeed!" Ghost laughed maniacally amid Skyler's shock. "Did you think I was hiding in the hospital to acquire a body compatible with the power of the spiritron vein? "Well, you're wrong! I've since slain three scumbags, each wielding the power of the spiritron vein as well, and grafted their remains to my own body!"

I forged the collar to anchor him, but I'm the only one feeling the surge while the ghosts come to claim the remains. "Mommy... it's... it's not quiet anymore. She's singing." Leo's stuffy, nasal voice ghosted against my neck. He was a shivering knot of obsidian fabric, his tiny fists buried so deep in my blazer that I could feel the tremor in his knuckles against my own chest. He wouldn't let go. Not since the silence. Not since the First Ones started using his eyes as a microscope slide. His amber eyes, permanent and sovereign, were fixed on the dark fissure.

Devin whispered. I furrowed my brows. “What notice?” “This.” He showed me a one-fourth white index card and a message was written on it in dark violet ink. I am coming for the Spider’s Eyes during the night of the waning crescent. I would appreciate it if you would come and play with me, but I guarantee you, little detectives, I am not your ordinary thief. – Ghost Hand A ghost winking and with a laughing smile holding out a high-five was drawn right beside the signature of his name. I smirked as I recognized the insignia.

His gaze with the extra slow speed of a snail turned around in the direction of the cold coming from and his eyes upon seeing the ice like sharp eyes of the handsome and powerful man in front of him. He gulped in fear before averting his gaze which then landed on his wife standing beside him who had a sly grin on his face. Beth was trying hard not to laugh upon seeing her husband's frightened gaze. She loved him but sometimes he can just be too silly. "He....he...he....he's here?" Ryan almost whispered, pointing towards Xander as of he just saw a live ghost coming out of a horror movie and scaring him with his cold eyes. It was still early in the morning so how can a ghost be here?

I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.

Caspian's body flew up like a cannonball and crashed into the crystal wall. With a kacha sound, a large area of debris appeared. "Dark Yin Ghost Lightning!" The seventh evil spirit had only one bloody eye on its head. It looked like there was an eyeball as big as a head on its neck. At this moment, its eyes were full of resentment and cruelty, and it stared at Caspian. Immediately, the blood light exploded, and Caspian's body was thrown high into the air. The ghost fire and thunder kept exploding in his body, shaking repeatedly, as if they were going to blow his flesh into minced meat and destroy his Divine Awareness.