Harry Potter Ghost Rider Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

He gestured toward the summoned spirits, his eyes cold as ice, filled with a deep scorn. Peter chimed in, his voice light but carrying an almost teasing edge. "Are they really that impressive?" He smiled faintly, as though these evil spirits were nothing more than trivial, insignificant beings not worth mentioning. Harry’s voice lowered, his gaze still fixed coldly on the undead. "Those spirits are my kin. In life, they were traitors who betrayed my people. Do you really think such fallen souls would possess any loyalty?" His words were laced with disdain, as though these spirits weren't even worthy of being considered true enemies.

I don’t look back, as I struggle to keep a grip on my ride; I don’t need to for long. Our path is suddenly blocked by a dozen of the short creatures, forcing Ghost to stop and turn in circles. The, presumed, goblins raise up their weapons, spears and axes. I suck in a deep breath, while my steed panics, neighing and kicking at the creatures. We’re going to die, the thought leaves me shaking. Tears spill down my cheeks, as they move in closer. I slam my eyes shut and wait for the end. It doesn’t come.

I had never been this vulnerable in my life. “Let go of me, asshole!” I hissed through gritted teeth, clawing at his arm. He didn’t flinch. Of course he didn’t. The red wig finally slipped free, falling into his hand as he yanked me forward again. He froze. “Fake,” he muttered. “What more can you be, Ghost Knife?” His voice cracked like thunder in the sky. “Even your hair is a goddamn lie.” He tossed the wig aside and grabbed a fistful of my real hair. The scream I let out was sharp and instinctive—more anger than fear, but fuck, it hurt. He didn’t care. He dragged me like a ragdoll, pulling me out into the night.

"I know I was sleeping on it! My question is, how did I get here? I remember sleeping in the bathroom while you, the claimed 'ghost' was here. And I also remember that ghost cannot touch, talk less of carry something or SOMEONE from one spot to another... so?" He smiled knowingly, "You seem to forget that I am also a demon. Basically, half ghost, half demon though the demon side is partially locked away, but I can still disappear and appear with or without something or someone."

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

I screamed, slamming my shoulder against the glass. He didn't hear me. He just reached up, his fingers trembling as he touched the rubies in the wolf’s eyes. "He knows," Xander whispered, appearing beside me in the hallway. "Deep down, in the parts of him I haven't been able to rewrite yet, he knows he’s a ghost. But he doesn't have the magic to fight me. He doesn't even know he is magic." He slammed the book shut. The glass shattered. The hallway vanished.

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

I took a tentative step toward her, remembering how she had bitten Tansy and put an end to the life of the body she’d inhabited. When Glinda showed no sign of aggression, I wrapped my arms around her neck and buried my face in her soft fur. “How are you feeling? Ready to make another run back to the Living World?” She nodded. I drew back and placed both hands on the sides of her face. “The demons will be looking for an invisible rider on a pale Hellhound.” Her brows drew together.

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.

‘Or Doctor what’s his name, who made a pact with the devil and sold their souls for something—that kind of deal? Rum frowned at me. ‘Goddamn it, the Ghostrider didn’t sell his soul—his father did.’ Irritation narrowed my eyes. ‘Who’s the human here?’ Those blue eyes widened with the recognition of his signature response and rolled skyward. ‘Fine. Five points to Cintilar.’ He returned his focus to the scroll and added, ‘but no–it’s not like that.’ I was grinning from ear to ear when he exclaimed, ‘here it is!’ And I shifted closer to read the passage.