Glitchy Ghost Novels & Stories

The sound reverberates through the Throat of Echoes like thunder, like prophecy, like the final word of a god: “The war has already been won.” Every version of me—Tyrant, Martyr, Warrior, Sage, even the flickering Ghost—falls to their knees. The compulsion is absolute, inevitable, written into the very structure of reality. We are moths before a sun that wears our own face. Only Ghost-me remains standing, and she's smiling. "Finally," she whispers, her form growing more solid even as the others fade. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

"Static? I can do static." Up in the medical wing, Haley Sterling sat up on her cot. Her eyes, usually bright and mischievous, turned completely white. She didn't reach for power; she reached for confusion. She thought about every lost remote control, every dropped call, every blue screen of death she had ever experienced. She channeled the essence of pure, unadulterated glitch. A wave of distortion washed over Sterling Tower. In the lobby, the mimics stuttered. The silver Marcus froze mid-punch, his arm glitching through a wall. The golden Ben started speaking backward. The razor-wire Valerius collapsed into a pile of sharp spaghetti.

With this it was a done deal, she wasn’t going to deny her help. ‘Ouch! That hurts.’ She shrieked out in ache; her joint were sore. She wriggled to rise up, skulked towards the wall to find her balance, the floor was slimy, the harder she fought the slimier she got. Mercy observed her, she tried to hide her laughter but couldn’t contain, she busted out with derision. “Madam independent, can I help you now?” she cracked a joke Amanda raised her brows with mortification, and gave her, her hand, she nodded in acceptance.

Even the bug fixes matched mine. Something was seriously wrong. That was when a voice, low and sharp, cut right into my ear. "Kelsey, are you snooping through my code?"

She staggered a few steps, her eyes closed, breath steaming from her nose in a single long stream. "Oh my God! Not now Jelnimia...!" Malison quickly halted his movement, holding her hand, as she fell to the ground, she was near unconscious and blood gushed out from her mouth. Hot light flared, a bolt of flame blasted towards them. Even with his shoulder he felt the vibrations in the ground beneath him and at the very last moment he felt a shock which almost knocked him off his feet. The blazed section of his lamptern went dim, and in a flash, a pillar of light appeared with a blinding shockwave, making Jelnimia scream out in anguish as it tore open, almost consuming them.

The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her research data but couldn't locate where the error was. I'd gone to the research lab to pick up some things when I stumbled across the red-eyed Cecily. I asked if she needed help, so she explained the issue. After combing through every step of her research, I finally pointed out the problem. Over the course of five years, much had changed with the young woman who had been crying her eyes out over an issue with her research. I couldn't recognize her right away. Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

“Ghost, control him.” Cursing loudly, Ghost lurched to the side. For a moment it looked like he lost his balance, but that wasn’t the case. He slammed into Damon with a snarl, his face pale from the poison his body was fighting. Damon’s flames flickered but wrapped around them both in tendrils. As the two went careening to the side, Ghost’s ability took hold in small bursts when the two of them vanished, phasing through the wall. Ghost couldn’t turn others incorporeal the same way he could himself. It happened in small bursts and almost always left him recovering for days on end. This time would be worse given the poison.

"I’m fighting the Clock." The Ghost in the Gears Hope reached out and grabbed a handful of the clear, inert dust that used to be the crystal shard. She threw it into the air, and for a heartbeat, the dust suspended itself in the static electricity of the collapsing room. She wasn't using the shard’s power; she was using the Residual Harmonic. She sent a pulse of raw, human "Noise" upward—a burst of irrational, chaotic data that mimicked a catastrophic failure of the mountain’s core.