Harry Potter Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He unlocked the door but shut it. While under the shower, he ran through how it will all play out in his head. He won't allow that ghost to touch him again. Once he sets his eyes on her, he is so calling her name and let her be gone. If he can successfully free himself from this girl or ghost, he will give skirt-chasing a hard break. Lost in introspect, he was brought back to his living nightmare by a soft knock on the door. He kept quiet waiting to be sure it wasn't in his head. The knock came again, this time louder.

When he notices Harold, he jumps as if zapped by electricity. "Gruelling gastritis! Be gone from me, you vile offspring of Satan!" Harold halts whilst Sid keeps rubbing his eyes and glaring at Harold. He does this repeatedly before shrieking once again like a hoarse-voiced banshee. "Abstract apparition! I am seeing a ghost! Flee from me you godforsaken demon. Scram! I said be gone you deranged ghost. Why should you haunt me? You brought it upon yourself! You are despicable! I command thee to return to the netherworld. Be gone from the land of the living!"

“I had no choice than to show up.” “Wait,” I cut in, raising a hand. “So, I can literally summon you by just thinking about you?” “He can,” the ghost gestured to Lloyd. “Because he made contact with my portal. You trying to do the same—it’s just a thin line between witchcraft and sorcery.” I waved a hand of dismissal. “I don’t want to know about it.” “I wasn’t going to teach you, anyway.” The ghost rolled her eyes. “I guess that makes two of us.”

As he finished speaking, I felt a sudden jolt, and the world around me began to fade away. I was snapped out of the vision and found myself back in the present, gasping for breath as if I had been underwater for too long. The Hall of Whispers, unlike the desolate darkness I had left it in, was now bathed in the warm, golden glow of candlelight. The oppressive presence that had surrounded me was gone, and I noticed that Harry was standing motionless, his eyes vacant. It seemed his spirit had been transported to another realm, just like mine.

He looked like the devil. “Alexa, you provoked me; don't blame me for being impolite!” He growled, his voice hoarse and somewhat restrained. I am doomed. What courage possessed me to mess with this demon in front of me? He crashed his lips onto mine again, making me taste his blood. I felt dizzy and lightheaded; the Morgan in front of me is not the Morgan I know.

I was beyond furious that he had kept this from us all this time because I knew now that the faceless men in my dreams were Royal Guards. “They’ll kill you! You’ll never get close enough to kill him,” Ryder said in a low tone. “You don’t know half of what I can do.” I hadn’t earned the name Ghost because I was a good hunter. I earned it because I was the best. I could move so quietly that even Milo didn’t hear me and his hearing was better than mine. I didn’t feel pain and I healed faster than any species in existence. Ghost wasn’t just a myth, it was who I became.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

I can feel the sensation of worms on my skin getting more intense, nothing I can't bear. "Soren, you finally decided to pay me a visit." Ishtar teased me. I gave a low chuckle and got serious. "Did Ghost really drain himself to create some neutral energy?" I asked the wizard. "Yes, I'm impressed with him. At no point did Ghost want to be anything other than helpful." Ishtar spoke and walked over to one of the shelves and picked up a crystal vial, inside which was a bluish liquid mixed with silver dots as if it were trapped in the moonlight.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

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.