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?"

with the Energy of the Ordinary. The Ghost in the Substrate couldn't handle the "Low-Intensity Content." It began to Dissolve. The Liquid Ink cloak turned back into harmless lavender mist. The Iron-Hard Text shattered into a billion tiny "Typos" that vanished into the atmosphere. "The... story... must... end..." the Ghost whispered, its form fading into a grey static. "No," I said, walking through the dissolving entity, my violet-silver skin glowing with a quiet, stable heat. "The story just needs to Stop Being a Story."

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

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

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.