Ghosted Marvel Novels & Stories

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

he asked. “Nope… but I have someone I like…” Thomas smiled. Kevin felt claustrophobic in the car. What's wrong with him? He's a ghost, right? Why did he have to feel something that he should have been able to feel when he was alive? He looked at the two people in front of him who were engrossed in conversation. He was a ghost and the two people in front of him were humans, still breathing and kicking. He didn't have anything to do with the two of them wanting to be in a relationship...

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

“Don’t bother yourself anymore. I don’t want anyone suspecting me. She already knows I don’t like her, and I bet she’s pointing fingers at me as we speak.” “If you insist. Your wish is my command. Whatever you say, I am cool with it. Should you be ready to strike into action, I am just one call away,” Ghost said as he pledged his allegiance to me. I terminated the call to enable me to focus on my thoughts. As I sat on my bed trying to figure out a way out of my mess, my phone rang. It was a call from Ghost. I didn’t answer the phone, but I was excited that Ghost had called to break the good news to me. I was already preparing to purchase champagne to celebrate the death of Olivia.

“Severe ones. For your future. Your parents… they won’t take this lightly.” “I know,” I said. He dismissed me. I walked back into the hallway. The news had spread quickly like wildfire. Kids were staring at me, whispering in groups as I passed. “Zero…” “I heard she cheated and got caught.” “No, she went crazy and just filled in randomly…” “Lizzie said the engagement is totally off now…” I ignored them all and walked straight to the parking lot. My phone buzzed. A message from Tamara. Fixer’s name is Marcus Vale also known as “The Ghost”. Investigates and Handles discreet problems for the Crowns. Dave specifically. Current location is attached.

she hedged for a few seconds, then resume in a more courteous tone “Because that mermaid after you could be an angry spiritual husband of a girl that is jealous, thinking you want to take his wife in this physical world. Some of these girls you see walking about are not really humans. Some of them are from the water and they already have husbands and children over there. They will come here to deceive young man and put them and their families in spiritual warfare they might never come out from…” Mother kept talking but I was no longer paying attention. I have heard those warming over and over again it has lost its value and forethought. Instead, I thought of Philomena, my love. It was now ov

Marvel was a product of single parenting, her parents had divorce when they were little and she had stayed with her mother because then, she was just three years old while Mirabel went with their father. Actually, I only met Mirabel twice. Once during our matriculation when I had only met marvel a few days before the matriculation day and the second time when the sister had to go back and had come to see marvel for a last hug before she left and since then she had just come back. "It's been like five years now, she must be so excited.” Diane chipped in. "Let me get you some bottled water from the cafeteria.” Diane wanted to stand up to go get me some water but I stopped her before she did.

Rafaelle had a sullen look as he explained. “Before that, I got the trademark of who it was. It’s Ghost.” I rubbed my jaw at the information. Now it made sense why we were having difficulty tracking the phone calls in the beginning. No one had ever seen Ghost before but he was reputed to carry out any scheme without being traceable in the least. Hence, the name Ghost. The interesting part was that Ghost didn't work for anybody and only performed a one-time task. This meant Gaetano was paying him millions to keep him around for longer.

I thought I’d buried him. I thought when the flames swallowed the last remnants of Reagan Blackwood’s empire, they took the monster with them. But when my private server flickered to life at three in the morning—when my secure line, buried under layers of encryption, pulsed red—I knew. I knew ghosts didn’t die in fire. They lived in the wire. The message was short. A single string of characters that danced across my screen in a pulse like a heartbeat: [HELLO, IVY.]

The tension that had held his shoulders rigid all day seemed to ease the second she touched him. "Marcus says the ghost channel went dark after Geneva received the packet," Selah said quietly, looking out at the rain-slicked street. "They didn't try to trace us back." "They don't need to," Xavier replied, his voice a low, heavy rumble. "They know exactly where we are. Sending that ping was telling them we aren't afraid of a fight." He turned slightly, placing his hand gently on the side of her neck, his thumb resting against her jaw. His dark eyes searched her face with an intensity that had nothing to do with corporate wars or global syndicates.