Harry Potter Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Cherry directed Crystal's gaze towards Red who wasn't recognized by her. "Ok?" she asked. "Isn't he cute Crystal??" cherry giggled happily like she had seen some fairy . "Don't tell me you called me for that?" Crystal hissed as she tried walking away. She disliked distraction more especially when Cherry did it. "Hey wait up!" Cherry begged with her puppy looking eye balls. "What now Cherry!" Crystal grumpily returned. "He has placed his orders. Could you go serve him? Please am kinda shy. Here you go Crystal" She handed over the cup of coffee with cream on it over to Crystal.

"That's good. Take your colleague away. I'll handle the rest." Sir Anton looked in the direction of Sir Felix's fight and he was once again stunned. The powerful ancient ghost that pushed Sir Felix to the corner was beaten to the point that only a bit of his soul was left. The ghost with broken limbs was sprawled on the ground and unmoving. There was a restrictive spell around him. The energy around the restrictive spell was the same energy in the talisman. It was done by this respectable senior. Sir Anton was stunned. When did the respectable senior entered the barrier? Although he was focusing on the demon in front, he was also keeping an eye on Sir Felix and the ancient ghost's battle.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

The phantom touch sent a shiver down her spine, a silent rebellion against her mother's warnings. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans enveloped Lily as she pushed open the door of the local café, the bell's gentle chime a stark contrast to the turbulent thoughts swirling in her mind. Her fingers absently traced the outline of her pentacle necklace, a habit born of anxiety and the need for magical reassurance.

“ I already told her sorry but I want to clear the air with you too. I want no bad blood between us.” I study him, my guard still up. Ghost is a Shadow Rider and one of my brother's crew. After Helena’s betrayal, I’m not sure who to trust. But he took a bullet from me earlier, just to prove he wasn’t a threat. That’s got to count for something, right ? Besides, Hera didn't look pissed after talking with him earlier so I guess we can be fine, in the meantime. I nod, choosing to not make him feel awkward. “ I also wanted to do something more than a simple apology, maybe take you to dinner and get to know each other.”

I felt no coldness as I continued up. “Daniel,” I called, when I was two rows from him. He got up and turned to look at me, although… it was not Daniel. It was another ghost and this one had its wrist cut. It held its hand toward me. I had a great urge to touch it, but my conscious mind screamed, ‘Hell no!’ The boy started walking towards me and I began to inch back.