Ghost Graphic Novels & Stories

Is the server bugging? [User_V0id]:FoxDragon? The Ghost of the 2019 blackout? You’ve been dead for seven years.* I stared at the screen, my breath hitching. I was a legend here. During the year I couldn't remember, I hadn't been a nursing student or a "stray." I had been a top-tier phantom, a digital architect of chaos. Then, a private window snapped open, covering the main chat. The text was gold. [7th_Perfection]:*You’re late.*

“You’re a ghost, Adrian. Nothing more.” The hologram flickered again, breaking apart into shards of light before reforming, closer this time, as if he were stepping forward through the air. The illusion of depth made the audience recoil. “Ghosts exist because someone remembers them,” Adrian said. “And you’ve never stopped remembering me.” The temperature in the room dropped. I could see my breath fog in the air. The energy grid was overloading, rerouting power from environmental systems to keep the hologram stable. Every light fixture trembled faintly, caught between flicker and failure.

At the same time, he finally saw the enemies attacking him— It turned out to be four green, translucent, ghostly figures. These transparent figures were extremely eerie, pale green in color and looking like specters. One could faintly see them dressed in the tattered clothing of the distant past, not in contemporary style. Their threadbare clothes appeared to have been weathered for tens of thousands of years— now no more than scraps on their bodies, like unearthed antiques that had undergone the vicissitudes of time. The faces of these pale green figures were stiff and zombie-like. Their figures were at times distinct and at times vague. There was a faint green spiritual light in their eyes

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.

"That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife." Grace’s eyes widened in horror, a ghost? Her husband’s dead ex-lover was inside her body? Her fingers moved faster on her clit. Two fingers from her other hand pushed back inside her pussy. The wet sounds started again, she watched in the mirror as her own body fucked itself. Her hips rocked forward, chasing the pleasure. “You’re sick,” Grace gasped, even as her legs started shaking. "Maybe" Sabine said with a laugh. "But you’re soaking wet again. Your pussy loves this."

In the continent of Ybirth, a place of magic and legend exists, such as magic, mysterious creatures, colors, and a variety of options. But it is about that meagerness that makes another species named Ghost, they have the same shape as humans, so they can easily blend into everyday life. Eating human flesh and drinking blood to satisfy their hunger and maintain their shape, is because the Ghost race is not recognized, that all their resources and possessions have to be self-employed, even reused. human surplus to sustain their own lives.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

“I should’ve billed Bernard extra for emotional damages.” Another pizza roll disappeared. “You know what?” I pointed toward the screen. “I’m taking toilet paper with me next time anyway.” Not because I planned on visiting another porta-potty. Because Ghost had a sense of humor. I could appreciate that. Most hackers tried to disappear. Ghost entertained their self while disappearing. That told me something about them. More than you would think. They wasn’t panicking. They wasn’t reacting. They was planning. That made them dangerous.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

into the minimalist glass of a high-end corporate thriller. ​The Erasure of the Originals ​"Papa! Leo!" Nora tried to move, but her legs were now just suggestion of movement, a "Ghosting" effect left behind by a lagging processor. ​Kael Davis lunged forward, his broadsword raised to strike the Ghost-Writer, but the sword passed through the man like he was made of smoke. The Ghost-Writer simply turned a page. ​"Kael Davis," the man muttered, writing as he spoke. "Character Note: Relic of a bygone era. Too much baggage. Status: Retired to the Background."