Novel & Cerita Blaze Ghost Rider

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

I can become something more than a bargaining chip. I reach out and rest my hand on the ledger beside his. My fingers are cold from the chapel stone. His are warm. We do not touch, but the space between our hands is no wider than the spine of the book, and I can feel the heat of his skin across the gap. The candle gutters again, and this time it nearly goes out. I cup my palm around the flame to shield it, and the light steadies. “The storm is coming back,” I say.