Ghosted Marvel Novels & Stories

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

I paused in my speech, feeling somehow threatened to speak due to the weighty words of Joey, but I had to continue. "Oh my God..! A ghost...? You're pregnant for a ghost...? Jeeeeezzz!!! This is absord..! Oh nooo... What are we going to do about it now?" Melinda's expressions got me really more scared of the initial situation, I felt that the story was going to start filling up my head again as she became so scared of what would happen to me. A short silence came between us, I looked at her and almost about to try to figure out what to say in my reply. Melinda took a deep breath, held my hands and looked me in the eyes, making sure I understood how she was feeling about my predicament. My he

He blinked, not sure whether to laugh or scream. "I'm happy," she said simply. "Ethan and I got married. Our daughter's beautiful. Reynard Tech is thriving. Elizabeth's back on the board. Richard's alive and building something new. Rachel and Emily send their love. And no one, and I truly mean no one, is talking about you anymore." His mouth opened, but no words came. "You're a ghost, Marcus. A footnote in the pages of history. You'll die alone in here, forgotten like the piece of trash you are."

But the ground was shifting beneath her feet, and the walls were beginning to crumble. “No,” she said, voice steady despite the pounding in her chest. “If we retreat now, the ghost wins. I’m going in.” Marco’s eyes narrowed. “It’s a trap. This place could collapse any second.” Riccardo looked at her, an unspoken agreement passing between them. “We cover you. Move.” Camilla sprinted forward, her boots pounding against the cracked concrete. The ghost’s tendrils — digital and spectral — snaked out from the servers, aiming to ensnare her, dragging her into a virtual abyss.

The scene went viral across Borevia City. I stared at it, torn between guilt and something colder. Could almost see her face—hope fading to anger, then to blame. She was probably furious. Probably calling me heartless. But she'd never think about what those hundred rejections did to me. Good thing I don't care anymore. Not about her. Not about anyone. Just me. *** Hedley's resignation blew up Quindt Corp. No one knew he and Sonia were a thing, so the place went feral with gossip.

It ends with it. My chest tightened. “You are my mate. That means your life is not just yours anymore.” And you are mine, she shot back. That does not give you the right to cage me. Theo watched us silently, sensing the tension. “Subject Zero will not stop,” he said. “She is accelerating the timeline.” “I know,” I replied. A knock sounded at the door. One of the younger wolves stepped in, pale and tense. “Alpha. There is a courier at the gate. Anonymous. No scent trail. He left this and disappeared.”

He handed me up the ladder, climbed after me, and the captain cast off without a word. Czar stood at the rail, arm locked around my waist, watching the island shrink. “You okay?” I asked. He didn’t answer for a long time. Then: “I just ordered every server farm holding my records torched. Every offshore account emptied into new names. Every man who ever called me boss is either dead or paid enough to forget I exist.” He turned to me, eyes ancient. “I’m a ghost now, Eden. For real this time.” I pressed my hand to his cheek.

He tried to trace the IP; the Ghost bounced the signal off a satellite in Antarctica, a toaster in Tokyo, and a library in Brazil. But Altair was Vespera Thorne’s son. He didn't just know code; he knew architecture. He realized the Ghost wasn't trying to steal the money. The Ghost was leaving a tag. Altair stopped fighting. He watched the Ghost reach the center of the vault. It didn't take the billions. It simply planted a flag—a small, ASCII art skull—and vanished. CONNECTION TERMINATED. The room went silent. The red lights faded back to blue. "Damage report," Altair asked.

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

My nose stung. A sudden wave of sadness overwhelmed me as Sebastian's large hand rested on my head. I struggled to keep my voice steady. "Alright, I'll go to the room first. Don't take too long." I returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed, staring at the blackness outside the window. A hollow ache gnawed at my chest, as though something vital was missing. The sensation was unsettlingly familiar. I felt like I'd lost something precious, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember.