Harry Potter Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hazel was startled awake, her whole body trembling. She opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow by her bed. She also heard the sound of dripping water, faint but not enough to make her heart race. Outside, the rain was pouring down, the streetlights dimmer than usual, and wind howling loudly. She shuddered and clutched her blanket tightly, screaming, "Ah! Ghost!" Jack was taken aback by Hazel's reaction, then overwhelmed with anger. Ghost? His handsome face twisted slightly, and he cracked his knuckles.

He said; that cursed, wretched title. "You are wrong." She said. She hated to let them know that she was vulnerable now but if it was her power they were after, then they were a few seconds late. "No Shinay." He said, reading her mind again. "Not your power, you." "Stay out of my head you bastard!" She yelled, instinctively reaching for her dagger of shadows but she reeled when she touched only the emptiness that used to be her magic. For a second, she sorely missed her magic but the Ghost rider took a step towards her and she backed away hastily.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

"All this nonsense is getting into my head. What's with the crap you can't cut to the chase? Just leave. Leave me and my family alone." This time, I didn't let anyone stop me from going inside my safe place. It was Hyeri's room. As I sat down on her bed, I felt her presence. Are ghosts real? "Beshy..." Kate came. My tears finally burst. She was with Cygnus and Harry. "I never thought this would happen," said Harry, looking away. He was crying, I know because of his cracking voice. "My baby girl is gone," I murmured. She nodded and caressed my back. "It's so... unexplainable."

“I mean, c'mon. This is beyond all reason. I could deal with a bear, but ghosts? You're expecting too much of me.” The specter’s eyes honed in on my on my headlamp like laser beams: the bulb sizzled and broke, leaving me in near-darkness. “Well thanks for nothing, universe,” I sighed, beginning to hyperventilate as the rider drew closer to the window. Hot damn, what could I do? Introduce myself to Mr. Friendly Ghost? Run for the (nonexistent) hills? Pretend I'm a tree and hope his night vision sucked? Because I highly doubted that a blade could wound an apparition- if that's what the thing even was.

Ghost comments. Unfortunately, I know what show he is talking about, but I’ll stop it. Ari and Ghost flirt back and forth. As the first wave of humans begins to cry out and fall to the floor, I stand up, leaning down over the glass railing. Ghost comes up next to me, laughing his ass off at the pain of the humans beginning to OD. “You know, Ghost. I ended up becoming a necromancer since you last saw me,” I state casually. “That’s cool. I remember you were so pumped even though I’m not sure I still believe in that type of mythical shit. So what, you can kill people better now and send them to death faster?”

“As am I.” “You won’t send me back. I won’t go back there.” “Well, then, sweetheart, you best out run me,” Rider replied. Once the words were out, Raven wasted no time. She made a mental leap, likely hoping to either rematerialize in her own realm, where her physical body awaited her and Rider wouldn’t easily be able to follow, or into another stream of consciousness. Rider lunged for her just as she began to dissipate. If he could stay close enough to her, eventually he would catch up, and if he was lucky, he could grab ahold of her long enough to say the incantation that would send her to Hell.

This wasn't working out the way he had planned, not that he really had a plan. As the dark elf aimed for the passenger side of the car, Rhychard watched as the Unseelie seemed to jerk the front tire into the air. The motorcycle shimmered as if Rhychard looked at it through a haze, and Rhychard watched as the bike transformed into a black steed leaping over the abandoned car. "What the…?" Tryna obviously has forgotten to tell me some things. This plan was getting worse and worse by the minute. The final gargoyle careened the corner in the air and followed the elf. At least, the other gargoyles were gone. Of course, Rhychard also gained a magical horse. Or was it a magical motorcycle? He didn'

Ryder nodded. "All I’m saying is you don’t have to worry; no one’s gonna get killed..." He paused. "If anyone is, it’s definitely not me..." He gave him a weird look. "Or you." He looked away and muttered under his breath, "I promised Hara..." He turned around to leave. Ryder watched him with a smile on his face as he walked away. Ghost snuck into the house through the back door, opting

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.