Ghost Spider Man Novels & Stories

“The ghosts here in the university told me. Like that one on his back.” When Xurden turned to Marco, the ghost slowly appeared on Marco’s back, clinging to his shoulder. It was a woman wearing a black dress and having long white hair. His eyes grew because the ghost reminded him of someone. It was odd that he didn’t even sense the ghost. “You’re joking, right? It’s impossible. I can feel ghosts, you know, even when they’re invisible,” Marco said. He turned his body and came face to face with the ghost. “Don’t come near me again if you don’t want me to send you to hell,” Marco even warned the ghost.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

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.

He studied their movements and to where they kept his girlfriend Yennifer. The ground seems muddy and itchy with dead grasses over it. He began to scratch his neck when he felt something tickling on his nape until he clasps a giant spider. It looks made of metal just like a robot spider. Adoneram hastily began to feel numb all over his body and he saw black dots everywhere. He pressed his chest harder because he thought, something puts weight on it and he could barely breathe. " Mom, Help!" The last thing he said until he felt two strong hands yanking his arms forward.

“Fine. It’s a black widow.” The technician turned another page. “It’s not a normal black widow.” Kael stared at him. Then he laughed. Not a little laugh either. He bent forward, covering his mouth as his shoulders shook. The technician remained completely expressionless. Kael finally straightened. “You already told us that.” The technician nodded his head once. “Yes.” Kael pointed at him. “Then can you get to the part where you tell us what the hell it actually is?” The technician looked down at his papers again. “It is a poisonous black widow spider.” Kael opened his mouth to speak. The technician raised one finger. “Wait.”Kael closed his mouth. The man continued. “It is a supernatural blac

This maniac was going to blow my head off. “It looks good on you. Like a little broken puppy.” He snide, tracing his filthy index at the collar he cinched around my neck. “This will keep him from killing me.” This time, he finally catches my gaze. Is that really him? My phantom. Had really come after three days? Or was it only three days have gone by? The torment felt like it went on forever. “I’m gonna give him a warm welcome him.” I just close my eyes, the last of my strength sapping out, and the last thing I remember was the voice of a familiar man.

He looks scary, he has a spider tattoo on his head, and I swear to God, he looks like a serial killer from a horror movie. “Hi, Miss Quinn. I am Spider, your bodyguard ma'am”, he says in a thick Irish accent. I smile at him, realising it is the first time someone has called me by my married name. It will get some time to get used to it. I think. I don’t know.

He says. "Now. I want you to get out of this car and place everything you're hiding on your body in front of you where I can see them." He instructs but I don't move. "You can move closer." He instructs into his earpiece and I instinctively look around. Flashing lights from another car appear and stops behind us. Another man with brown hair stops and moves to the back. I look between the car and the man beside me who holds a smirk. "I believe we haven't officially met. I'm the Spider." He says making my head fully snap to him.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.