Hot Ghost Face Novels & Stories

“No one knows what he looks like?” “No one,” the man confirmed. “At least, no one who’s still breathing.” Anthony let out a low whistle. “So, we’re chasing a ghost with no face, no identity, and no trace. Fantastic.” My contact shrugged. “That’s the thing about ghosts—they’re good at disappearing.” I stood up, my mind buzzing with the new information. “If you hear anything else,” I said, giving him a pointed look, “you know how to reach me.” As we left the building, Anthony let out a frustrated breath. “Great. So now we’re looking for a man with no name and a family that doesn’t exist anymore.”

Armed with a stick about a meter long and as thick as an infant’s arm, he searched, trembling as he moved ahead. And that was when he found it. It was two meters tall…and headless. A woman dressed in white, with two blurry green lights shining out from where her nipples would have been, just like the eyes of demons. A silent breeze billowed through the ghost’s dress, and the hem lifted and blurred almost along with the shrilly pitch of the woman’s cries. Florence’s terror intensified, and Javier could feel it without even needing to look at it. It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration.

Following this ghostly howl, the ghostly figure's speed clearly doubled. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Zephyr Khan couple. The appearance of this ghost was clearly visible at such a close distance. "Tsk tsk..." Its extremely pale face was ferocious and fierce. It grinned and its eyes were full of blue ghost fire and evil laughter. "Humph!" "A mere ghost dares to cause trouble in front of me!" Zephyr Khan snorted and sent out a stream of Genuine Vitality toward him.

But as she turned to peer into the dark space about ten feet behind her, she didn’t see anything alarming. It wasn’t until she returned her attention to the front door that something caught her attention. She wasn’t sure what it was at first. Holding her breath, and feeling her heart stop mid-beat, she slowly took a step forward, squinting in disbelief as she attempted to confirm that what her eyes were seeing was really there. She took another step forward, and then, she was certain. There, in the glass of the front door, she could clearly see a face. But this was no ordinary human face. This was something else entirely. The skin was so pale, it was practically glowing in the dark, the ligh

I shouted, this time louder. Again there was no response. After a minute I heard the sound of the door opening and suddenly a ghost came in front of my eyes. He was holding a torch in his hand that was focused on his face. My heart came to my throat and I screamed with all my might. I stepped back hiding my face with the help of my palms. "No please, don't eat m .... me" . . . "I don't want to die so soon" . . . "I am still young"

Ghost Master's facial features were twisted in pain, and his whole body was pulled wildly in all directions. "Bang!" When the axe light entered the depth of 100 meters underground and hit a red aura, there was a muffled sound. At the same time, the black air around Ghost Master suddenly burst. When he turned around, there was only a middle-aged man who was about two meters tall and dressed in dirty white clothes left. His hair was extremely long, and his face could not be seen clearly from his disheveled hair. He lowered his head, but blood kept dripping down from his mouth.

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Chi la! It was like a full tomato that was cut open at this moment. The giant face was immediately torn apart. But soon, countless vengeful ghosts rushed out. These vengeful ghosts condensed into a twisted gray fog, which healed the wound in an instant. The pressure on the giant face did not weaken at all. The zombie emperor was much stronger than Xander Faris! Even if Xander Faris burned his Natal Genuine Vitality, he only broke the giant face's defense at that moment.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.