Ghosted Marvel Novels & Stories

It’s infuriating. “Why?” I snarl, leaning in close as I grab his bloodied face. “Why does Ghost keep interfering in our business? What’s his plan?” Marcello stares at me, his lips cracked and bloody. He doesn’t answer, just glares with a hatred that feels almost admirable. Eventually, his body gives out. No amount of morphine or care can pull him back this time. I step back, wiping the blood from my hands as I stare at what’s left of him—a mangled, broken shell of a man who refused to give me anything.

Impatiently, one of them spoke up, "When are we going to make our move? I'm eager to get rid of Ghost." Noah was intrigued and asked, "Who is Ghost?" With a serious expression, Marcus responded, "He's a man, and I must say, he's responsible for creating a dangerous replica of you. It seems he's from your bloodline, which is quite shameful." Noah nodded, looking more confused than ever. Annoyed, Marcus clarified, "I mean your father."

Chapter 37: The Ghost in the Grid Year Six: The Digital Ghost By the dawn of the sixth year of the Paradox, the Gaia-Chord was no longer a nascent network of telepathic whispers; it was the very nervous system of human civilization. It was a golden era of collective empathy, where the "Individual Scream" was harmonized into a global symphony. But as the reach of the Twelfth Frequency expanded into the far-flung colonies of Alpha Centauri and the fringes of the Great Barrier, the grid began to develop a shadow. A virus, known in the hushed corridors of the Atuabo Hub as the "Ghost in the Grid," began to infect the shared consciousness of the Resonant Heirs.

Gabriel answered. The room grew silent. Eleven weeks. Recent. Very recent. Not history. Not ancient secrets. Current events. Current danger. Current enemies. Gabriel pointed toward the final marker. "She arrived here." His finger moved. "Checked into a hotel." Moved again. "Met someone." Moved again. "Left." Then stopped. "And vanished." Marco frowned. "No cameras?" "Destroyed." "Witnesses?" "Missing." "Evidence?" "Gone." Marco sighed. "I hate professional people."

I reached for my tablet, my fingers hovering over the keys. Target: Marcus Cavallo, I typed into the search bar. If I was going to be the "Ghost" of the Famiglia, I was going to be the one who saw the betrayal before it happened. I wasn't just an architect anymore. I was a guardian. And as I watched Marcus’s digital footprint begin to unfold on the screen, I knew that the bloodiest chapters were yet to come.

when that didn't get a reaction from me she said. "I heard Ghost is planing on sending you away. That's you're just too much work for him and he need someone better" this made me freeze and look at her. She smirked knowing she got what she wants, i took off to my room crying, how did she know I'm being sent away? Did he told them I'm too much work?

It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance. Elongated nails that were as black as the dark night. A body that seems to be fading she could almost call it a ghost if not for the fact that she was really looking at it. No form of nose, eyes mouth or ears, just a black foggy head. What was it? Suddenly, bright reddish orbs blazed open from the formless head and looked straight at her, spellbinding her that she just couldn't look away. There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

I figured the guards thought that I was coming to start trouble because they still refused to open the door even with my incessant loud banging on the gate. After some minutes, someone finally opened the gate. It was Ghost. “Sorry, they only take orders from me.” He said in a cocky manner as he saw me. “I’ve been expecting you.” He added with a mischievous smile registered on his face. He turned to Lorenzo and waved at him. “Welcome to my home.” Ghost’s nonchalant attitude was getting under my skin. “Where is Ava?” I asked, my patience wearing thin. “Who is your mole? Who’s feeding you information about my operations?” Curious, I asked. Ghost laughed, a cold and mocking laughter. “You wouldn