Hot Ghost Face Novels & Stories

“Weren't you just seen with a dead body? You should be resting, not running around playing vigilante," “How can I rest when someone is tossing bombs into my room,” I replied as I gave him a photo I pulled from the airfield surveillance unit. It was a picture of Mr Ash. “I need to find that man,” “Ash Hoshiri,” “You know him?” He exhaled deeply as he shredded the paper with nervous breaths, “Having just that endangers you. He is a ghost, you don't find ghosts. They haunt you,” “Ever watched Ghostbusters?” “Damn it!” He grabbed my shoulders fiercely, unable to contain his terrors.

His shadow. The files were meticulous, surgical in detail, yet something crucial was missing. “No face,” I muttered, scrolling faster, more desperate. “Where is he? There has to be something.” But every video, every still frame cut off before Dennis appeared. Even his voice was distorted in the recordings, masked by layers of static and manipulation. Whoever he was, he had scrubbed his identity so thoroughly it was as if he was a ghost. Halstrom stepped closer, studying the screen with the same calculating coldness he always carried. “We may not have a face, but this…” He tapped the monitor. “…this is closer than we’ve ever been. Every monster leaves a trail. We just found his.”

“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.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Is that the female ghost she saw last night? However, she could not see the face to find out. She was too scared to move her head to take a look. So, she stood rooted and stared at the glass as her heart continued to pound loudly. The long-haired man tilted his head to the side as he aimed to kiss the nape of her wet neck. His high nose brushed against her jawline as he chuckled naughtily. "I have been waiting for you to say my name..." he said softly. He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss.

‘Oh, no what is she doing here, “I am sorry ma’am I haven’t finished my chores yet, thank you for the invite though,’’ as she hid her face from her “Please, turn around, why are you avoiding eye contact with me,” Mercy spoke with conviction. She stirred closer to see why she didn’t want to face her, slowly Amanda turned and saw her eyes covered, “Are you sick?” She asked with a concern, Barack gazed at the window impatiently, he moved in circles it was draining to watch him being restless. ‘’No, I am just avoiding hankering your clothes, it’s a sin to covert and I don’t want to.” She spoke with a shaky voice

"Shit!" exclaimed Leon while trying to get the fire out of his other hand. However the ghost laughed while flying and exhaled a cold breath towards Leon's hand. Now Leon's two hands were frozen. He didn't know what to do. The forest ghost was now getting closer to him. Now Leon can clearly see her face, it was without eyes, nose or mouth. Leon didn’t know how she could see or speak. But Leon remembers that he created it that way.

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.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.