Ghost Graphic Novels & Stories

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

"You can show your friend." Harvey picks stuff out of the mess of a medical bin, and when he uses an antibacterial wipe, Perry tries hard not to let the stinging show on his face. "You're pretty tough, you know that?" Harvey says. "When I was bit, I cried and cried, but you're a champ. Do you know what the ghost looked like?" Perry sniffles. "Like a lady with glowing eyes." "Woah," Harvey plays along, but my nerves are still rattling. "Did you catch it in a video?"

"The wolf was just a Loom-Simulation. It’s time to find out who you really love: the Monster, or the Ghost." I raised my weapon, but the Human-Eryx didn't move. Instead, he pointed at Eryx, who was beginning to dissolve into a million cyan pixels. "If you choose the monster," the Ghost smiled, "you choose a death that has already happened. I am the only version of him that the West will allow to Exist."

Anna lay on the ground in a dying state as a ghostly black mist-like creature stole her life. The misty creature had the appearance of a being with a face with a skeleton face and hands wrapped in an all-black robe, which floated a few inches from the ground. Marcel was unable to do anything, although he had his wooden sword, fear had petrified him. The only thing he could do was watch as his mother, who had been knocked down, slowly died as the misty creature sucked the life out of her. Marcel watched as his mother's skin slowly dried until it was in a state similar to Cecina, her eyes were slightly protruding from her sockets and were completely gray and lacking in color.

Giant prehistoric birds that glow in immaculate whiteness - the Storks - screech and snap at a volatile, writhing mass of blackness - the Ravens - as the second attempt to spirit the newborn baby away. {You are but the shadow of a person, a smudge that barely touched the page.} The Grim Reaper smiles a crooked smile. I keep my head bowed. Viscous water oozes off my animal exterior and sullies the immaculate floor. Silent videos cast shadows all over the room; all over Death, his henchmen and me. I don’t need to look up at the monitors to see what images Septimus has chosen next to demolish my self-esteem. They’re the slow and rhythmical movements of the Umballici, an entire school of them bo

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

I kicked Wade in the knee. He screamed and dropped to the floor. I continued facing the camera, my voice ice cold. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened. "Twenty-eight years ago. Same track. Same method. "My father, Daniel Carter, had his spine broken and was left permanently paralyzed by the same man, using the same method." I pointed straight at Mason. "That man is him. Mason Vale." Mason shuddered all over and screeched like a scalded cat.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.