Novel & Cerita Ghost Eyes

Dozens of glowing eyes blinked back. Ghost wolves. “They found us,” Logan hissed, stepping in front of me. “Stay behind me. Don’t let them touch you.” The wolves stepped forward—not made of fur and blood like normal wolves, but of ash, smoke, and glowing runes that pulsed along their spines. The temperature dropped. My breath came out in visible clouds. And then I felt it. One of the ghost wolves stopped and bowed its head at me. “What the hell?” Logan whispered. I didn’t understand it either. But something inside me stirred.

He asked pointing a finger towards the door. Grey fought harder unable to break out of the hold. The sight of his filthy fingers pointing towards the door made him go feral but all efforts failed, he was in a hold he couldn't break.. "Oh, I forgot. You can't talk!" Thanatos placed a hand on his head, his pupils rolled into the back of his head like an eight ball into a corner pocket leaving his eyes milky-white. Complexion slowly faded out of Grey body as numerous whispers carried the word Ten around them both..

Yolanda and I woke up as dusk tinged the sky. Panicked, in her twisting wings, and soaked with gray sleet to the bone, I ruffled her muddy cheek, then pressed my ear to her godstone amethyst heart: The pulse had slowed to a crawl. The gravestones of runes danced with light elf ghosts, so transparent, they looked like fog. The arcane, alien figures did not look at us, eyes gutted and blind, salt in their mouth, for they were the dead.

My eyes went wide seeing his pupils up close, his eyes were red and his pupil is black! Oh my god! “Calm down.” He said calmly but of course, I didn’t calm down. I feel so scared that I can’t help but to tightly close my eyes and tried punching him in the stomach but he just catched my fist that made me feel even more scared. I took some steps backwards to at least widen our distance. Who knew if he suddenly bit me? I read something about ghosts that copy the humans who their target longs about. They used it as bait or to deceive them to follow what they wanted… I also read about ghosts that can hurt humans. Thinking about it, this one could touch me, meaning….

His head lolled, eyes glassy and unfocused, but he kept chanting, 'ghost, ghost, ghost,' like a fucking mantra from hell. Even when I slammed him back against the cold metal wall, the impact rattling the shelves nearby, he didn’t stop chanting. “Who is Ghost?” I snarled. “Look at me and tell me who the hell Ghost is.” His head lolled again, and his mouth kept moving, his voice hoarse and cracking. Spit drooled from his mouth to his chin, and his pupils were wide, staring through me. “Ghost… ghost… ghost…” My patience snapped. My hybrid senses were still buzzing from the Veil trace, and I couldn't wait for answers the usual way. Pressing my palm flat against his forehead, I pushed in, seeking

Madeleine and Kanasan immediately went to help hold her down. The four of them held Belina tightly. But her body continued to twitch, and her mouth kept on taking deep breaths. “Ah! Ah! It hurts so much!” Soon, a warm eyeball appeared in Gardner’s palm. The eyeball was still bleeding, and when he looked at Belina, the opened eyelid couldn’t close anymore. It looked like a pitch-black hole. Streams of blood flowed down from the corner of her eye. It was even more terrifying than the female ghosts in horror movies.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

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

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”