Ghosts Graphic Novels & Stories

For not staying in the Arena. I don't care. My feet make soft noises in the snow as I run, nothing but a flicker of black between the trees. There're already a pair of knives ready at my hands. And I see them. Four Ghosts— three small, newly formed ones, and a giant one that must've ended up here from the battle yesterday. It makes me sick to my stomach when I see how much the face of the three Ghosts still resemble humans. But even that's disappearing by the second, into the distorted face of a monster.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

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

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

“Where’s my pretty little prize?!” I ignored him. Focused. The walls were cracked. Paintings burned. Smoke thick. The air shook. Smoke rolled like claws through the hallways. My ears rang with static and fire.” I hit the back room. Nothing. No fire. No sign of life. No blankets. No dishes. No beds. No girl. Scarface stormed back into the hall. “Where the hell are they?!” “They’re not here,” I said. In the ashes of the fireplace, someone had drawn a red spiral. The symbol Ghost used to leave on his kills. Only this time, it wasn’t a kill. He was mocking us.

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

An ear-piercing whimper sounded, as if a hundred ghosts were crying at night. In the surging black clouds, a horrible ghost face covered hundreds of miles. It had a blue-masked assassin with fangs and black eyes. It bit toward Caspian and swallowed up Caspian in an instant. All the ghost shadows around suddenly burst into cheers and roars. They gathered toward the ghost face in a mighty manner, like sharks that smelled the blood. They swarmed up and tried to tear Caspian into pieces. The face instantly expanded hundreds, thousands of times!