Hot Ghost Face Novels & Stories

“Is that a human or a ghost?” Across them, dressed in black, a man with a face so deformed that his features couldn’t be differentiated was walking toward them. He had no nose, his teeth were showing, and his eyeballs were even protruding from their sockets. There were craters all over his skin, as if his face had been washed with sulfuric acid. This man was utterly horrendous. If he were to act in a horror movie, he wouldn’t require any special effects makeup. He must be the ghost previously shown on the livestream.

Kisa asked with a puzzled look on her face, still leaning on the wall where the mirror was embedded and searching for the ghost. Gilbert's chest heaved as his breathing got heavier. 'I was wrong. I should never have brought this woman here.' He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then asked, "So tell me, what did the ghost look like?" "I-Its face is pale, its mouth red and big, wanting to eat people, and... and its eyebrows are thick." Gilbert frowned, finding her description a little familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before. "It... It just laughed at me in that mirror, a creepy laugh, with that big red mouth trying to eat me."

*Rose* Peeking through the windows, my surprise and confusion turn to horror. Four figures stand in the dark fog in the gardens below. I blink and try to adjust my sight. Their forms seem to be swaying to music only the four of them can hear. As my eyes focus intently on the faces looking up at me, my heart drops. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. I have never seen a ghost, but they say there is a first time for everything. The faces below are blurry. They all have no definitive features. They are faceless.

But none of her friends or colleagues was so childish they'd send a masked delivery guy dressed like a hitman just to scare her—unless… The thought was too unsettling, so she firmly pushed it to the back of her mind, licking her suddenly dry lips as she forced the words out of her parched throat, "who are you?" "My friend sent me," Ghostface replied, offering no other details. Camille didn't know what was more disturbing—the dead look in his glassy eyes or the fact that she couldn't see his lips move beneath the freaky mask whenever he spoke.

He dropped his phone on the desk beside him and grabbed his head with both hands, "I killed her. She is supposed to be dead." "Well, clearly you didn't. I guess she's really living up to her reputation of being a Ghost." Valerie chuckled and leaned back on her bed rest. It wasn't known until five years ago Ghost was a female. She had always maintained her reputation of moving with the wind. No one ever saw her face. Yet, Marco had challenged her a few years ago and surprisingly won. Thanks to him, it was revealed she was a female. When they asked for her body, he claimed he burnt it as soon as he saw she was dead. No one believed him until two years went by without a word from Ghost.

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

My system finally issued a sound, not into my ears but inside my head. "..." Ding! Task: Complete Geon wish(The original owner of the body that Geon[the Host]was staying right now). After my system announced my task. I can visibly feel that the side in which my water bag was placed had a dark atmosphere. Looking to the side with a lot of courage up at my sleeve. What I saw was a familiar looking face. "Hi" I subconciously muttered under my breath. The ghost face man who was said hi was confuse as his stiff neck slowly turned towards me.

The men here were the epitome of uncivilization. " Don't be so harsh on the beauty. We still need her beautiful face." A voice invaded Ava's ears and she lifted her eyes to look at the owner and Even if twelve years had already passed, that face still brought nightmares to her whenever she dreamt about that incidence. But how could this be possible? He was dead? She had watched his body turn limp with her own two eyes so how on earth is he alive or why is he perhaps a ghost?

"Ghost Shadow Curse. This is the mystical technique of the Brennan Secret Sect. Its power is unimaginable. You're dead!" The ghostly face roared and clawed its way toward Chase in attack. There was a chilling wind. The entire area was like hell on earth. It was frightening. The ghostly face kept floating around at lightning speed. It was difficult to catch it. "Not bad. Unfortunately, it's far weaker than I am." Chase burst out with a laugh and waved his right hand. Red flames appeared. They burned furiously as if wanting to incinerate everything in sight. The dark mist vanished because of the flames.