Harry Potter Ghosts Novels & Stories

Lily “Where exactly are you going?” Harry asked me for a million times as I dragged my big box out of my room. I haven’t said a word to him neither did I attempt to. I wheeled it to the front door before going to the kitchen. “I’ve been talking to you answer me. I'm not a ghost.” He said as he followed me to the kitchen. I fetched myself a glass of water, gulped down, and steadied my racing heart before finally fixing my eyes on him.

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.

She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits. I stood my ground. "He's not coming back," I said softly. "You can be at peace now." The ghost froze. Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a faint whimper, as if a great weight had been lifted. The black mist around her dissipated. Her form turned faint, then transparent, until she dissolved into a wisp of light that drifted toward the rose bushes. Lorenzo's eyes lit up. "Damn, where'd you learn that trick?"

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

“If we intended to scare you, you’d already be unconscious.” Maerin swallowed. Althea’s eyes sharpened with interest rather than fear. “I assume you’re here for inspection.” “Yes,” Puc confirmed. “And contingency preparation.” He gestured subtly, and his team fanned out with silent precision. Ghosts moved differently than the living. They didn’t walk so much as decide to be elsewhere. One moment they were beside a pillar; the next, their hand was sliding through stone, testing for hidden sigils, Veil-knots, or layered bindings meant to trigger later.

The greenish-blue glow was a little off, but nearly every single window was wide open! The frost wraith, Chloe, floated to the front. Her little face was wrinkled with worry. The Hungry Dead clutched his precious empty bowl. His drool threatened to spill from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of concern. The banshee had stopped crying, sniffing and staring upward. The Poltergeist was holding some random rusty pipe, looking ready to charge up and tear the building apart… There were also the Hanged Ghost, Shadow Sneak, Pipe Phantom…

There was a faint green spiritual light in their eyes, like the green liquid in their bodies had spilled in the darkness. The fractured swords and sabers in their hands were similarly mottled and unreal. They seemed too insubstantial to be able to wound anyone. "What are these?" Ding Hao was shocked. Ghosts? "Are there really ghosts in this world?" The strange sounds were shrill whistles and a weird slicing noise made by their fractured weapons as they slashed. Before the next flame started flickering, the four green ghosts had pounced on Ding Hao again, giving him no time to think.

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.