Harry Potter Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

"I'll just play along and see where this takes me. Who knows I may be able to get rid of her without being suspected. She chuckled darkly and left. ******* Hacker and Ghost sat at their usual spot at the bar surrounded by other gang members. Hacker, looks so cute with his messy hair and bright eyes, leaned in close to Ghost, a little tough with a piercing gaze. "Hey, Ghost, can I ask you something?" Hacker said, his voice low and hesitant. Ghost raised an eyebrow. "What is it, kid?" Hacker's face flushed slightly. "I was wondering if... you'd like to train with me, for our upcoming task?”

I said but he ignored my words, second later I was free, Draco turned to thief and helped him too, once we all three were free I turned up and saw hunger ghost was staring at us with crimson blood mixed with his saliva kept dripping down from his mouth ‘AAARggghhhh….’ he made a low growling sound by holding his stare at us. ‘We are dead…’ I thought to myself when thief abruptly picked up bone that was covered in spell paper and threw it in direction of hunger ghost who immediately grabbed it with its big mouth and started chewing it, crackling sound of bone cracking got echoed in our surrounding when “RUN… RUN… RUN…….” Thief said and we all three made run towards door.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

“Since you tried to kill Mac and aligned yourself with Kate to transform him into a berserker ,” Juana communicates with a stop of aggravation, rubbing her sanctums. “Besides, the ghost riders do it, they take you out,” I add, remembering the part where he said he got shot. “The apparition riders ?” the wolf restates, his voice coming out an octave higher. The Horsemen from William Hunt's apparition? In fact," Juana and I froze tiredly.

I felt my shoulders pull back as I inhaled the scent of wet earth and wood in the castle foyer, mounting the horse and throwing my fist out just as the horns blared and we set off, my royal cape flapping behind me as I slapped the grey horses behind. Gobar had still not shown, but I still had the hound shadowlings under my control for a while, the energy of the dark moon’s spell coursing through my veins, burning at my fingertips. Fucking Hagrid, letting that blasted woman run away the way he did. It was what I got for trusting royal responsibilities to undeserving wolves. A good ol’ knife in the fucking shins.

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.

"It's--" The Orangelo didn't get to finish what he was saying as the paw closed around him entirely and pulled him away to wherever it had taken Hades. Guru threw his paws up in the air as he awaited his turn with the supernatural paw. "I guess I'll see when I get there." He closed his eyes and wondered if the bond between him and Spitfire worked well enough for him to send love and comfort and the promise that nothing would stop him from finding his no-fur.