Harry Potter Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

he shouted to them. “No one moves!” Ghost shouted. “Or he dies!” Ghost grabbed Will by the hair and slid the gun down to his neck. Will took shallow breaths, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. “I’ve seen this moment in my dreams,” Ghost said into Will’s ear. “For years, this right here is all I’ve wanted.” “How does the reality live up to the dream?” Will taunted. The barrel of the gun caressed Will’s face before settling against his neck again.

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

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'

She'd been waiting for him to say something but he seemed buried in thoughts. "No. I don't." It was a lie, but a very vital one. There was no way in hell he could narrate his horrific werewolf-filled trance to her. She would freak out. Think of him as a monster or shit like that. "You want me to hypnotize you again? We could visit your trances again and –" "No." Ghost replied vehemently. He got up from the couch, stepping to the window side and still letting out quick and short breaths.

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.

he comments with a wave of his hand. “Something's not right,” I proclaim as I return my consideration regarding the compound. —Is that so?— "For what reason did you stop trying to get out?" I question, missing the trickery. Unexpectedly, the ghost rider mouths something that I reason should be some sort of wail, even though it sounds basically the same as a choked mumble. Stress makes all of us comfortable. "Have you requested fortifications recently?" — Just inquisitive, scared and apprehensive.