Novel & Cerita Blaze Ghost Rider

Beside him, his Beta David straddled Blaise’s Kawasaki Z1K—a sleek black machine, Blaise had named her ‘Ghost’, all angles and power, her high-pitched growl echoing against the cliffs. The two of them rode in perfect sync, engines snarling, their dark helmets gleaming in the evening light. Even without seeing Blaise’s eyes, I felt him through our bond—protective, certain, every bit my Alpha Mate. The two bikes rode in perfect sync, their engines screaming behind us—a shrill scream of freedom, sharp and unrelenting, chasing the convoy, like a predator, locked into its prey all the way down the mountain. Through the back window, the sight of them side by side sent a thrill through me. My wolf

POV: Blaze Ryder "Zane, wake up! We have to move!" Blaze shook his brother’s shoulder, his russet eyes frantic as he watched Rhea’s hovering form. The ground beneath them was still trembling, a rhythmic pulsing that felt like a giant’s heartbeat. He looked up, and his blood turned to ice. Rhea’s eyes were gone. In their place were two burning voids of violet radiation, staring down at them with a terrifying, clinical indifference. "She’s not Rhea anymore, Blaze," Zane whispered, his face pale and caked in frost. "I can't feel her heartbeat. I only feel... a vacuum. She’s gone."

I head inside and he follows me to the stairs. "Hey, babygirl." Blaze calls out. "Yeah." "For what it's worth. I feel you." He rubs his hand across his chest. Blaze is a vampire with abilities like mine and Romeo. We aren't your usual empaths. We don't just feel emotions. We can feel the physcial pain of those we love.

V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself. “My men threw that car down the valley ,I was there to see, she and the driver yelled in pain , so how is it possible for her to survive the burnt car” she says.

“A prize? You mean my daughter.” Viper glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “That’s exactly what I mean.” Cruz’s jaw flexed. “If he touches her—” “He will,” Viper cut him off flatly. “That’s what Ghost does. He breaks people.” Cruz lunged forward, grabbing the back of Viper’s seat. “Then he dies tonight.” Viper just chuckled. “Love the fire. Hope you can back it up.” Blade’s tone was cold. “We’re not walking into this blind. What’s his setup?”

“We fight.” Kelvin stared at me, shocked. My eyes were glowing silver. “We can’t outrun this forever,” I said. “If I’m the Ghost Wolf, then let me be one.” We stepped into the tunnel as the ground began to shake. Shadows poured in from both sides—cloaked figures, each holding long silver daggers glowing with cursed energy. Flame Hunters. One of them raised a horn to his lips and blew. The sound wasn’t loud, but it cracked the air like lightning.

Within a blink, the rogue lunged at her and bit her shoulder. Triana wailed in pain. Blaze’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he heard her whine. He glanced back and saw a rogue on her top, biting her shoulder. He turned to rush to her, shoving the rogue he was about to kill down. Two rogues hurried up to him and stood in his way. Blaze scrunched his snout, displaying his sharp incisors. In a blink, he punched one in the sternum and kicked down the other. His movement was so fast that the two rogues didn’t get time to block the blow.

He smiled at me triumphantly, throwing his legs over Ghost’s mammoth frame trapped between his short legs. He wasn’t named Blade just for fun. I gave him an apologetic glance since Ghost is not someone he should belittle. He might be a giant, but he’s fast for his size. With my eyes, I motioned for Blade to look down. Ghost had his dagger pointed at Blade’s family jewels. “Fuck me, that’s hot,” Rain whispered beside me, heart sparkling from her eyes. I looked up at the sky, wondering why I was blessed with such a crazy family.

Blaze crashed into the rogue from behind and ripped him away from her with a force that sent the body flying. “Don’t touch her.” he growled. Caleb took down another rogue beside us, his teeth snapping shut around a throat with a crack that echoed too loudly. The remaining rogues hesitated. Just for a second. Blaze noticed. “Run,” he snarled at them in a voice like thunder breaking. “Or die here.” They chose run. Two disappeared into the sand like ghosts. One limped away bleeding. One didn’t move at all. But the desert swallowed the noise and it was back to being silent except for our ragged breathes.

“/Daylight in three, two, one-/ God of the Day, grant your light! So mote it be!” As the wave of dark-clothed, fanged figures fall upon us, a flood of brilliant light meets them. It sends many of them squealing and wheeling backwards, only to face the misty grey ranks of figures that now mass beyond them. Warriors with weapons drawn, the flailing hooves of a huge black horse and the sweep of it’s rider’s rapier, and the snarling form of a mighty, ghostly hound. The few vampires who were protected with sunglasses and masks, or who escape the ghosts by turning again, are hit by a cone of water from the large plastic blaster Tala has pulled from her bag. There is the hiss of a quenched furnace.