Ghosted Marvel Novels & Stories

It wasn't just annoyance, it was an instinct, primal and sharp, screaming that the air in the room had changed. "One moment," I said, capping the pen with a sharp click. The lawyers exchanged irritated glances. I didn't care. I picked up the phone. The caller ID flashed a single name: GHOST. Ghost was Marcus’s superior. He ran my private intelligence. He never called. He texted. I slid to answer, pressing the phone to my ear. "This had better be life or death." "It’s worse," Ghost’s voice came through, breathless and stripped of its usual robotic calm. "Sir, you need to see the feed. Or just... listen."

This couldn’t be true, couldn’t be real. I had to be in a trance or something because I couldn’t be dead. Ghost promised to keep me safe and not let anything happen to me until we achieved our goal of vengeance. Speaking of Ghost, I quickly mind-linked her, but it didn’t work, and all I got was silence. This was strange. I knew she wasn’t the type to respond, but she always made a sound to let me know she was listening, but this time there was nothing but silence.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

I want all of your attention. Aria stared at her phone, still smelling like tequila and lime. Her body reacted instantly, a warm pulse between her legs at the sight of his name. Aria: I actually have plans tonight. Ghost: Cancel them. She laughed under her breath, half-amused, half-nervous. The audacity. Aria: It doesn’t work like that. Ghost has tipped $20,000. The notification made her sit down on her bed hard. Twenty thousand dollars. Just like that.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

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

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 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.