Ghosted Marvel Novels & Stories

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.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

He discovered that before Shirley disappeared, his digital footprint had vanished completely. Not deleted— but completely erased. This in itself was highly unusual. No bank transaction records. No medical records. No telecommunications signal. No travel records. Someone had professionally and precisely erased her traces. Seamus immediately recalled that morning. The endless message notifications. Her indifferent and calm expression. The way she looked at him— As if she had already decided to leave. His chest tightened. This time, he dialed a number— A name that had never appeared on any documents. Within the Mafia, this person was known as "The Ghost."

"Trace this." Ghost rocked forward, his hands flying over the keys. He'd done...something...to their phones that now allowed him to do some sort of techno-magic. "Go," Ghost said. Marco jabbed at the green button. "Hello?" He drummed his fingers on his knee. "Marco?" Fiona's voice wavered. His stomach dropped through the floor and he sat up straighter. "Marco? Are you there?" Fiona's voice broke at the end, fracturing a bit.

Ghost has already put a price on his head, and he knows that the underworld won’t sleep until he is caught. His boss also said that Ghost has already marked his location, so will he even be able to leave this place alive? What was he supposed to do? Die together with Damian? “Marcus, what are you thinking about? Can you say something?” “Mark, have you ever heard of someone called Ghost?” “Ghost?” Mark frowned after hearing the name. He searched through his mind before he nodded, “Yes, isn’t he the legendary underworld boss who turned the whole underworld upside down? I also heard that no one has really seen him, and he always wears a scary mask whenever he is going to meet people.”

Marcy went close to Amanda and Angela’s room to eavesdrop on them, “Mom, I really enjoyed the food today, can you believe it, they gave us the good food, the one still on warmers,” Amanda was excited. Angela reminded her of the hard times they had on their previous house, Their story was sad but they spoke with so much calmness, it moved Marcy. She held her heart with peace, she admired their calmness in them, they would even go for days without a meal, but worked hard. They enjoyed and endured the pain, because the study room was always open, allowing Marcy study for free.

Knowing one person made the start of a new school year and the transfer experience less daunting. “Hey, Gunnar. What can I get you?” He was gingerly coming to see me while shooting looks toward Ghost. “The latest Marvel movie was just released. Do you want to catch it tomorrow night?” I asked him. A low, snarling hum filled the air and heated the blood pumping through my veins. My eyes went wide at the sensation. Gunnar had a shitty grin on his face as he contemplated his answer.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

“The Ghost is still alive. He’s working with me. He’s the one who’s been behind every attack. He’s the one who killed the old contacts. He’s the one who wants the city destroyed too.” The words hit the room like a bomb. The Ghost. Still alive. Working with Marco. Cove’s face went white. “The Ghost? You’re telling me the Ghost is still alive? And working with you? After everything?” Lena stood up fast, her voice tight. “Marco, if that’s true, we’re all in danger. Tell us more.” Marco looked at me, his eyes sad. “I’m telling the truth this time. The Ghost is alive. He’s with me now. He wants you dead, Eli. He’s the one who sent the message about the fire.”

The phone slipped from her hand, landing silently on the thick rug. The Maserati tore through the streets of Chicago, its roaring engine ripping through the afternoon calm. Madeline's foot was pressed to the floor, the speedometer needle quivering. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel. If something happened to him… She couldn't let herself think it. When she arrived, her men were dredging a murky pit of water. "The signal's last ping was right here," Marco said, squatting and stirring the foul water with a stick. "But we haven't found anything yet."