Ghosts Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He was dressed in the same white attire the Council members had been in, but unlike them, he had black hair which seemed to have grayed from age and eyes that looked to be ink black. “You should let go of that,” he said, and I turned to my gaze to find the ‘child’ I’d held unto was actually a rotten corpse with maggots falling off it. I shove away from it, wiping the grease on my hand on my pants. “I heard it speak,” “Yes. Down in the Forgotten Pits, when people die, their souls remain here as ghosts. There’s no escape from this place, not even in death.” I looked up at him, wondering if I was seeing things or if this man at least was real. He looked real enough.

At the same time, he tugged Harvey’s sleeve when he whispered. “Call the cops, Harvey! It’ll be too late if you don’t…” Harvey completely ignored Simon, the angry crowd, and Amora, trying to cause trouble when he squinted at the girl. The Book of Changes had no problems. Normally speaking, the girl should have been awoken by then… While the wind was blowing in the room, Harvey suddenly realized something. The hospital was naturally haunted by ghosts. Those things would not just allow the girl to come back like that.

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.

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

I could hear whispers—low, guttural voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand, their words laced with malice. The tombstone shifted, the stone creaking as it began to rise, revealing a dark, yawning pit beneath it. My heart raced, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was it. The moment we had feared. The witch’s resting place had been disturbed. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wail pierced the air, and a ghostly figure began to rise from the tomb, her form shimmering and translucent. She was cloaked in shadow, her face obscured, but her presence was undeniable. Power radiated off her in waves, and the air crackled with dark magic.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Olivia couldn’t see anything because of the light, only the sound of the deity remained in her ears. “Young recruit will have to dedicate to the galaxy. You have the white of the fairy flower, the beauty of the unicorn and you are the pride of the phoenix. Don’t let me down!” The sound made Olivia curious about her identity. Fairy flower? Unicorn? Phoenix? Why did he say that? She doesn’t know. No one tells her about that. Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole.

He snapped his fingers and vanished from the living room. As Pascal arrived on campus, he heard boisterous cheers emanating from a particular direction. Intrigued, he made his way towards the source of the commotion. However, something caught his eye - a ghostly figure standing in a corner, staring at him with a lifeless expression. Pascal frowned and wondered if this was the doing of Ghost.

On the other hand, Alex felt no regrets. He had managed to gather many rewards from this place, after all. This was especially for the four shattered Chaos Beads, which was practically a dream come through. “What was it that cut you up this badly? Was it a Puppet Immortal?” Alex asked. “They… they were ghosts... ghosts! There are ghosts here!” Hermione Yggdrasil seemed distracted and incoherent. Alex bristled, wondering if he should just leave her here to fend for herself.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.