All Chapters of Ghost on the highway : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER ELEVEN – FIRE AND LIESThe fire spread faster than I thought possible. Flames licked the ridge like angry fingers, cracking the earth beneath our boots. The air was thick, choking, each breath burning my lungs. Luca clung to me, eyes wide with terror, and I felt a pulse of raw fear that made my hands shake—but I forced it down. There was no room for fear. Not now.Bishop’s laughter echoed over the inferno, carried by the wind like a promise of death. He had positioned himself above us, eyes glinting with satisfaction. And the second spark plug… glowing faintly red, perched on the edge of the ridge like a ticking bomb.I couldn’t move fast enough. Every instinct screamed to dive toward it, to snatch it, to defuse it—but the flames blocked the way. And every second we waited, the heat pressed closer, the smoke thickened, and the acrid stench filled my lungs.“Riven,” Luca gasped. “We’re trapped!”“No,” I hissed. “Not trapped. Not yet.”I scanned the ridge, heart hammering. There

WasCHAPTER THIRTEEN – SHADOWS OF THE PASTThe air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning rubber, but my blood ran colder than the night itself. Another spark plug—glowing faintly red, an echo of Bishop’s twisted signature—hovered in the hands of a figure emerging from the flames. My pulse hit a fever pitch.“Who… who are you?” I demanded, voice hoarse, trying to keep the tremor out.The figure tilted their head, stepping into the dim glow of the fire. And in that instant, my stomach dropped.It was someone I hadn’t expected to see again. Someone I thought was gone forever.Elena.Saint’s sister.Her eyes were cold, hard, and burning with a mix of grief and fury. Her leather jacket was scorched at the edges, her fists tight around the spark plug. “Riven,” she said softly, her voice carrying over the roar of the fire, “you really thought you knew what happened that night, didn’t you?”I felt my throat tighten. “Elena… you’re alive.”She laughed, but it wasn’t joyful. “Aliv

CHAPTER FIFTEEN – INFERNO OF LIESThe warehouse trembled beneath us. Sparks leapt from the teetering crate, flames licking the edges of stacked pallets. The smell of fuel and burning wood made my stomach twist. One wrong move, one misstep, and everything—Luca, Wolf, the club, even me—could vanish in an instant.Saint—or whatever he had become—stood like a shadow from hell, eyes glowing faintly red, almost otherworldly. Derek and Bishop flanked him, weapons drawn, calculating, predatory. My pulse hammered so hard I thought they could hear it.“Riven,” Bishop sneered, voice smooth and terrifying, “your time has run out.”“You’ll pay,” I growled, jaw tight. “Every single one of you.”Luca grabbed my hand, gripping it like a lifeline. “Riven… I’m with you.”I nodded, swallowing the fear twisting in my chest. “Stay close.”---I lunged forward, grabbing the glowing spark plug. Derek shot, and I twisted, narrowly avoiding the bullet. Sparks flew across the floor. Flames roared louder, danci

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – ASHES OF LOYALTYThe loft smelt of smoke, oil, and fear. Darkness clung to every corner like a living thing. Bishop’s presence was everywhere, his smirk a blade against our nerves. And at the centre of the room, Saint—or whatever he had become—glowed faintly, the air around him crackling like a storm.Derek stood beside him, calm, untouchable, and smirking as if the chaos were his personal symphony. My fists clenched. I had trusted him. I had called him brother. And now… he was the dagger in my heart.Luca squeezed my hand. “Riven… What do we do?”I shook my head. “We fight. We survive. We take back what’s ours… no matter the cost.”Wolf stepped forward, eyes blazing. “We go together, or we all die alone.”---Bishop laughed, dark and low, a sound that echoed like a death knell. “So noble. So predictable. You always did love playing the hero, didn’t you?”“I’m done playing,” I growled. “Tonight, one of us leaves standing. One of us dies.”The first move came from D

CHAPTER NINETEEN – THE SERPENT’S SNAREThe industrial district was a graveyard of twisted metal and shadows, but Bishop and Derek moved through it like predators. Luca, Wolf, and I followed, keeping low, hearts hammering, every nerve on edge. The spark plug burnt faintly in Derek’s hand—a countdown to chaos we couldn’t ignore.“Riven… they’re leading us into something,” Luca muttered, voice tight. “I can feel it. Every step… it’s a trap.”I nodded, eyes scanning every corner, every alley. “I know. But we have to stop them. Tonight, the game ends.”Wolf clutched his rifle, jaw tight. “If we’re walking into a trap, I hope it’s the last one they ever set. I’m tired of losing people.”I swallowed, feeling the weight of his words. Saint’s presence lingered in my mind like smoke. He was always watching, always waiting. And his power… it was growing, twisting into something I didn’t fully understand.---We caught sight of them at the old scrapyard, a labyrinth of rusted cars and steel beams