Harry Potter Ghosts Novels & Stories

I said slowly, thinking, “but there has to be a way. Every curse has a counter-curse. Every spell has a flaw.” Lyra groaned. “You’re thinking again. I hate when you do that.” I ignored her. “There are two known ways to harm a ghost.” Fianna looked up immediately. “What are they?” “Holy magic,” I said, pacing. “And another ghost.” Lyra blinked. “I’m sorry, come again?” “Holy magic won’t work,” Fianna said quickly. “Wanda tried. Even she couldn’t hurt him.” “Exactly,” I said, nodding. “Which leaves us with option two.”

He was dressed in the same white attire the Council members had been in, but unlike them, he had black hair which seemed to have grayed from age and eyes that looked to be ink black. “You should let go of that,” he said, and I turned to my gaze to find the ‘child’ I’d held unto was actually a rotten corpse with maggots falling off it. I shove away from it, wiping the grease on my hand on my pants. “I heard it speak,” “Yes. Down in the Forgotten Pits, when people die, their souls remain here as ghosts. There’s no escape from this place, not even in death.” I looked up at him, wondering if I was seeing things or if this man at least was real. He looked real enough.

"That's what bothers me. Something like this shouldn't exist. It not an ancient ruin, a castle like this would have been found by humans and documented in this map. This castle wasn't built here, which means something must have used teleportation magic to bring it here." A noise behind them startles them both. Delmar pulls out his sword as he quickly turns around to face the threat. But when Delmar sees that it's just a ghost he sheaths his sword. The ghost is floating in the air and has no legs. It's whole body is a translucent white, and it's face is rounded with black holes for it's eyes and mouth. "Beware mortals for I am the guardian of this castle." The ghosts says moving its arms arou

It's as if I bought a serving for him. But why didn't he say a word? Can't ghosts communicate? Do they speak any other way? I'm curious. Where is the ghost now? Is he here? I immediately got up and sat up straight, being alert. Did he already in this room all this time? But I didn't see anyone. I remember that figure had the appearance of a full human yet was transparent with a faint gray light. He's so easy to see, how come I've never seen him? What made him suddenly decide to appear?

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

On the other hand, Alex felt no regrets. He had managed to gather many rewards from this place, after all. This was especially for the four shattered Chaos Beads, which was practically a dream come through. “What was it that cut you up this badly? Was it a Puppet Immortal?” Alex asked. “They… they were ghosts... ghosts! There are ghosts here!” Hermione Yggdrasil seemed distracted and incoherent. Alex bristled, wondering if he should just leave her here to fend for herself.

He snapped his fingers and vanished from the living room. As Pascal arrived on campus, he heard boisterous cheers emanating from a particular direction. Intrigued, he made his way towards the source of the commotion. However, something caught his eye - a ghostly figure standing in a corner, staring at him with a lifeless expression. Pascal frowned and wondered if this was the doing of Ghost.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

"What are you screaming for? Did you-" I cut him off as I pointed at the end of the hallway where the ghost still stands. "A ghost!" Nate followed his gaze to where I was pointing. His brow creased in wonder and turned back to me with his eyebrow raised. "There's nothing there." He says. "There is. There is!" I insisted as I saw the ghost still standing there. Custard yipped and started running towards it. "Custard, no! Do not follow it. I will not be like those dumb idiots who follows a ghost as dies first!" I yelled, but my familiar did not listen. I sighed. "Oh well. Custard, I will miss you." I whispered sadly.