Ghosted Marvel Novels & Stories

“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.

If she succeeded, maybe, just maybe, she could pull back the veil on Ghost and save them all. Serena’s thoughts were a whirlwind as she stepped outside into the cold night air. The city lights flickered distantly, indifferent to the battles waging beneath their glow. She had the name. A name so elusive, whispered only in fear. Ghost. No one truly knew him. Except now, she did. And her husband might be that very man. Her phone buzzed in her hand again. Another message from Marsen. “I can tell you everything. But not here. Not yet.”

“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.

And instead of relief that he was finally as broken as me, all I felt was hollow. My phone buzzed across the desk. Gabriel’s name flashed on the screen. I let it ring. Then another buzz—this time a group chat with Malik, Liam, and Avery. Malik: u alive? 👀 Avery: pretty sure you ghosted us again. rude. Liam: don’t make me drive to your office. I stared at the texts until the screen went dark. Another buzz—this time, a direct call from Malik. I answered with a sigh. “What?”

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.

I called to the guards. They lowered their weapons slowly as she crossed the boundary line. We stood there staring at each other for a long moment. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Mara said first, her voice quiet but steady. “I thought you were a ghost,” I replied, voice cracking. “Fifteen years, Mara. Fifteen fucking years and you just walk up like this?” She gave me a small, tired smile. “I tried to reach you sooner. Three months of dead drops, coded signals, old emergency channels I prayed you were still monitoring. You really believed I’d turned completely, didn’t you?”

Mark watched as the flames rolled off 2Pac’s broad shoulders and his gold necklace. Mark’s nerves misfired again, but for five seconds he felt immortal when he activated Ghost Mode. A quantum magnetic pulse passed through the cells in Mark’s body, making him feel invincible. He chuckled as he watched his body morph into a spirit. Mark laughed, watching as 2Pac tried to nail him in his face. Mark felt like he was in a higher dimension. He watched as 2Pac’s fist passed straight through his torso. Mark’s body had become ghostlike. For a moment, he felt like he was God.

I nodded gently in agreement. “Is there any girl you are chasing in the big city?” “No, Mummy. I didn’t go there to chase girls” I responded sounding pissed at the sudden interrogation. “Good!” 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…”

My phone beeps in my pocket and I take it out and look at it just before walking into the compound. Ghost: Here. She's asleep. I push my phone back into my pocket without responding. I had left Abby with Ghost since I was needed at church. Ghost wouldn't be the only brother missing today. Ghost was one of our prospects but was patched in a year ago. He's got some demons stronger than mine, but he's made amends with them. The kill with bare hands type of amends.

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.