All Chapters of Ghost on the highway : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 102 — THE COVENANT AWAKENSThe city screamed before anyone understood why.It wasn’t a sound—not exactly. It was pressure. A low, bone-deep vibration that rattled windows, split concrete, and made every living thing pause as if the world itself had taken a breath it might not release.Riven felt it first in his teeth.Then in his spine.Then in the scar over his heart.Saint stiffened in his arms, eyes flying open. “They felt us.”Luca looked around sharply. “Who felt us?”Saint struggled to sit upright, face pale, sweat slicking his skin despite the cold rain. “The Covenant. They’ve been dormant for centuries—buried under belief, under blood, under silence. The Master wasn’t summoning them.”Riven swallowed hard.“He was waking them.”Wolf scanned the skyline. “I don’t like the way the sky’s doing that.”None of them did.The clouds were folding inward, spiralling slowly like something enormous turning in its sleep. Red veins of light pulsed through the darkness, threading th

CHAPTER 104 — THE ONE HE CHOSELight didn’t just explode.It was unmade.Riven felt the world peel apart in layers—sound first, then colour, then the sensation of his own body. Gravity loosened its grip. Time stretched thin, elastic, screaming as it was pulled too far.He was falling.Or rising.Or standing perfectly still while everything else collapsed around him.Luca’s scream echoed through the rupture, raw and terrified, cutting through the chaos like a blade to the chest.“RIVEN—!”Saint’s voice followed, quieter, steady in a way that hurt worse. “It’s okay.”That was the moment Riven understood the cruelty of the Covenant.They didn’t force your hand.They made you believe you were choosing mercy.The sigil burnt white-hot, no longer pain but command. The symbols spun, rearranged, and locked into place like a mechanism finally clicking home.The Covenant’s voice thundered—not loud, but absolute.“THE KEEPER HAS CHOSEN.”The light collapsed inward.Silence slammed down.Then—Ri

CHAPTER 106 — THE MAN WHO OPENED THE DOORThe city no longer felt like a place.It felt like a threshold.Riven felt it the moment he stepped outside the clubhouse—the air thicker, heavier, as though reality itself had developed a pulse. Streetlights flickered in and out of existence. Shadows lagged a fraction behind the bodies that cast them. Somewhere far off, concrete screamed as it split, not from force, but from permission.Luca had opened something.And it was still opening.Wolf revved his bike beside Riven, engine snarling. “Scouts say downtown’s freezing up. People stuck mid-step. Time’s… bending.”Riven swung onto his own bike, the familiar weight grounding him. “He’s anchoring zones. Creating pockets.”Saint emerged last, pale but standing, jacket pulled tight against the cold that wasn’t cold at all. His eyes tracked the skyline like he could see the seams.“He’s doing what the Covenant was designed to do,” Saint said quietly. “Preparing the world for replacement.”Riven s

CHAPTER 108 — THE CROWN YOU NEVER ASKED FORRiven didn’t sleep.He didn’t blink.He barely breathed.He knelt in the wreckage of the square, Luca’s body cradled against his chest, blood soaking into his clothes as if trying to brand him with the cost of survival. The world around them was too quiet—no sirens, no screams, just the low hiss of cooling stone where reality had torn and stitched itself back together badly.Saint hovered nearby, hands shaking as he worked, pressing glowing seals against Luca’s chest to slow the bleeding.“Stay with me,” Saint muttered. “You stubborn, beautiful idiot… stay.”Wolf stood guard, weapon raised, eyes scanning the ruins. “Nothing’s moving,” he said. “Which means something’s waiting.”Riven didn’t hear them at first.Because something else had started whispering.Not allowed.Inside.You feel it now.The voice was vast and intimate at the same time, like the universe leaning close to speak directly into his skull.Riven stiffened.Saint looked up s

CHAPTER 110—THE FIRST GOD TO FALLThe moment the Covenant turned its full attention on Riven, the world noticed.Not with sirens. Not with earthquakes.With hesitation.Traffic lights stalled on yellow across three cities. Digital clocks flickered and reset to times that didn’t exist. Birds lifted from trees all at once, screaming, then vanished into the clouds like they’d been called back by something older than instinct.Riven felt it in his teeth.In the marrow of his bones.The Crown tightened—not painfully this time, but deliberately, like a hand settling onto a weapon it had finally decided to use.Saint stood at the centre of the command room, hands hovering over the holographic lattice now blooming across the air. It wasn’t a map anymore.It was a structure.Layers of reality stacked like translucent glass panes, each etched with sigils, currents, and permissions. The system beneath everything. The thing the Covenant called order.“They’re opening a channel,” Saint said quietl