Harry Potter Ghosts Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

Darlene held herself up with her cane, a vile smile appearing on her face as she giggled. Yet just then, Wilbur put away all his powers as a colorful halo appeared around him that enveloped him completely. The gigantic ghostly shadow collided against the halo and disappeared the next second without a sound. Darlene was at a loss for words. She could not believe that the killing spell that she had sacrificed her life and spirit for had failed. Anyone hit with the spell would be usurped by the ghost, having their soul and spirit destroyed completely. How did it turn out like this instead?

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.”

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

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.

I spent the next few days learning the purpose of and how to use the equipment that Nora had purchased in preparation for our taking on the paranormal. I found it both interesting and frustrating. There were gadgets for almost everything one might imagine, such as electromagnetic detectors and thermometers. Apparently, ghosts use electricity to help them manifest and, when they do, the temperature in the room will change even if you can’t see them. Being a skeptic at heart, I found the equipment both interesting and amusing.

The tied ghost added. “The supernatural palace?” Alfi raises his eyebrow.

It was then he saw a ghost on his chest, devouring his body with its sharp fangs. He began beating his chest like a mad man, the immense force moments away from shattering his organs. At the same time, Xyris was getting annoyed with the ghosts grinding away at her sanity. “No, they are not ghosts. It’s the Dark Soul Spell!” Xyris immediately returned to her senses. According to the Maddox Scripture, the Dark Soul Spell was one evil enchantment. Kodoku practitioners placed Kodoku parasites on mass graves, absorbing foul forces in the area to become the Dark Soul Spell.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

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."