Ghosts Graphic Novels & Stories

Said a boy as he walked up to Autumn, "hey, can we hurry up with this cause I have somewhere to be. Oh I didn't sign up for this." "You have exactly ten minutes to trap your ghosts inside their belongings and bring them back, do you understand." Their teacher said, Autumn shook her head and yelled. "No, I don't even know what this is." "Don't worry you'll be okay, just copy someone. Ready, set, begin." Everyone was doing something with their Ouija board but Autumn, well she had no idea on how to even use the thing so she kept copying everyone especially Jay, he seemed to know what he was doing but along the line she got the step wrong and cut herself by accident, her eyes grew thin as her ha

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

"What is it?" "A kill-switch for the wolf." She looked at the vial. "It’ll shut down the brain in ten seconds. No pain. No thoughts. Just... nothing." "Keep it." Victor pushed her hand away. "We're not taking the easy way out." A shriek erupted from the bottom of the stairwell. A dozen charred ghosts were climbing the rails. Their eyes were glowing red. They weren't drifting anymore. They were running. "They found us!" Malakai shouted from the floor below.

I couldn't do a thing. Soon, the livestream was cut off due to graphic content. I could still hear my sister's screams echoing in my ears. Adeline smiled—a victorious, satisfied smile. She finally called it off. Her men dragged my sister from the inferno. Adeline grabbed her by the chin, gripping her burnt, reddened face. "Let's see if your heartless brother shows up now. "But my patience is wearing thin. He'd better surface before Nicky and I tie the knot—or the three of you can reunite in the ground."

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

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.

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

"Grace, look at the snow. They aren't throwing plumes. They aren't using tracks." The Ghosts on the Ridge” I leaned toward the glass, my breath fogging the pane. Through the swirling vortex of ice and wind, three massive shapes materialized out of the white. They weren't armored trucks, and they weren't Vesper exoframes. They were the First Drafts.

Seras is a walking inferno, green ghost-fire mixing with her normal red. Remy fights like a wolf possessed, claws and dagger and pure refusal to let anything touch me. I’m everywhere at once: Mirror Step through broken reflections, blood-lightning carving trenches in the fresh spring ground, Vinča symbols flaring across my skin for half a second before my healing erases them again. We’re losing. Then the ghosts show up. Al Capone and the boys step out of the steam like they were waiting for the cue. Tommy guns made of moonlight and 1920s wrath.