Harry Potter Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.

I'm sure it'll be strange for me. "Tsk! Please don't ignore me!" The boy finally lost his patience and moved one of the neatly parked bicycles. 'He has the ability to move things!' What have you done, Ellice? This spirit is a bad one! That's not something a typical ghost can accomplish; I need to get out of here right now!' I thought. "Ahh!" As soon as I saw the bike move, I screamed. I attempted to be as normal as possible. I dashed for the exit, passing him on my way out. I turned around as I approached the exit but unintentionally met his stare.

At the same time, Harry and Philip staggered back. Harry’s face was full of horror as he stared fixedly at Philip. He laughed miserably and said, “Well, well! I didn't expect you to be so strong! I underestimated you! With such strength at such an age, the Black Dragon Heart really deserves to be a product from behind the stargate!” After saying that, Harry twisted his neck, and another roaring black tiger manifested behind him. The roars made people’s eardrums hurt while the black tiger emitted the pressure of a rabid wolf!

It pulled it out. Silver light poured from her veins into his chest, and then something dark and writhing tore free, dissolving as it crossed into her. Lucas convulsed, his body arching violently before collapsing to his knees. His eyes flickered. Silver dimmed. Then vanished. Lucas gasped, sucking in air like a man surfacing from deep water. He collapsed fully, catching himself on his hands, shaking. “It is gone,” he whispered hoarsely. “It is gone.”

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

There was nothing left for Gandalf to do except reflect on his vanishing existence, his heartbeat gradually slowing until it ceased altogether. Xavier let out a howl after confirming that Gandalf had finally died within Harry's body. The werewolves outside immediately smiled with joy upon recognizing the victorious howl delivered by Xavier. Xavier rushed to Viggo's side, offering his support as Viggo struggled to remain on his feet. Viggo's eyes were fixed on Harry, who lay on the ground. Suddenly, a dark aura burst forth from Harry's body, dissipating into the air. Viggo's heart raced as he realized that the malevolent influence of Gandalf was no longer present within Harry.

In a fit of anger, she had forgotten that she was still changing. She shut the door with a bang and yelled, “Screw you! I’ll never let you touch me!” Kiran wordlessly touched a finger to his nose as he thought to himself, ‘Was the person I kissed and touched not Snow Xander? If not, could it have been…’ “Ghost!” Kiran shouted suddenly, sending a chill down Snow’s spine, and she opened the door with a pale face. “What ghost?” “An ugly female ghost!” Kiran backed away, grinning broadly.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."