A C 130 Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

“What are you doing?” She growled. “Release me now or I will make sure I kill every one of you!” The Ghost Rider paused. “But you gave all of your powers away.” He replied and then the others streamed forward, circling around her and taking off their hats. Rather than looking as dead and skeletal as their horses, they were all flesh and bones, all with straight black hair that fell into their eyes and a rigid severe look about their face. She was surrounded.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

The man turned into a cloud of smoke and advanced towards her paying no attention to her threats. Taken by surprise, Geneva lost her footing and fell over. He immediately grabbed her hand, turning back to his human form. "Don't you dare, don't you dare let go of me," the tears that fell from her eyes were filled with bitter regrets. My mum, my dad, my friends, my life! At this point where her life was about to flash before her eyes, many thoughts were already flashing through. I haven't even tasted the best snacks that Canada can afford and this? Stupid ghost, I haven't even re-watched 'Merlin' to my heart's content. And, and *gasp*...

Dad increased the speed again, he was now faster than before and i was afraid we could have an accident. As the car was cruising very fast, we suddenly saw a dead body lying on the road, Dad hooted to see if it was going to move or it was really dead and it didn't move , it was really dead. Dad forced the car to stop before we smashed it , the car stopped immediately with full force and the Tyres were almost ready to burn. We both got out of the car to see who or what it was, we had no idea if it was an animal or a human body. The lights of the car went off, i took the torch i used to scare away the attacker at the creepy farm house.

A smile ghosted over his lips, "I know." Gunnar was already getting rid of the black plastic wrapping around Luther who, considering the shallow rise and fall of his chest, was barely alive. My attention gravitated toward Ace, though. He stood, filling the entrance with his glove-clad hands balled at his sides and his jaw set in a hard line that could slice through flesh. His eyes were bloodshot with dark rings around them and his hair was tousled as if he had raked his fingers through the locks too many times.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

man I just locked eyes with. Nightcrawler. Somehow it makes perfect sense. The pale, dead skin, red eyes that looked like it had never embraced sleep for at least a thousand years now, and that creepy, endless grin he keeps throwing at me makes my whole body shudder in fear. I reek of it, and the nightcrawler more than anyone else could fucking tell as his grin went impossibly wider, stretching to his sharp-edged ears. What a creep. "Fucking wear your seatbelt, Ava!" I snap my wide eyes at Hunter as he punched the gas, ultimately running over the nightcrawler blocking our path. I can't stop the squeal from escaping my throat as I felt the car hit its body with the loudest thud before it roll

Brianna says and goes back into her car. The couple walks towards the rolls Royce that was going to take them to the reception with Manuel bodyguard around them and reporters came asking questions on why the bride arrived late while Manuel’s bodyguards pushed them aside and the couple enters into the rolls Royce that would take them to the reception and as they both enters into the rolls Royce Evelyn wines up the car window and he looks into her husband face and said .

I had never been this vulnerable in my life. “Let go of me, asshole!” I hissed through gritted teeth, clawing at his arm. He didn’t flinch. Of course he didn’t. The red wig finally slipped free, falling into his hand as he yanked me forward again. He froze. “Fake,” he muttered. “What more can you be, Ghost Knife?” His voice cracked like thunder in the sky. “Even your hair is a goddamn lie.” He tossed the wig aside and grabbed a fistful of my real hair. The scream I let out was sharp and instinctive—more anger than fear, but fuck, it hurt. He didn’t care. He dragged me like a ragdoll, pulling me out into the night.