Cod Ghost Riley Novels & Stories

“The ghost. The spy. Call him whatever you want, I don’t care. It’s him, though. Isn’t it? He’s here watching us, watching me.” Nox walked around to the back of her chair and placed his hands on her shoulders. Even as his claws pierced the scrap of cloth she wore, she did not flinch. “Tell us what you know about him.” “There’s no point. I don’t know enough to help either of you, just rumors.” She laughed dryly, but the sound was forced. Oh, she definitely knew more than she was letting on. I crouched down to her level and flashed her a sweet, little grin. Four years of waiting and finally, Riley Crawford was going to get what she deserved. The day of reckoning was here, and dear Riley wasn’t

There’s no way I’m collecting my squirt with some random person. “Over here.” She points at an empty spot and we sit. The couch is big enough for a party of ten. Settled, Riley signals for the bottlegirl and places an order for whiskey. It's one of the cheapest shots yet crazy enough to set your night at a go. It's our favorite by default. We drink and dance and wad guys off because darling Riley only has her body greased for the BBC boys! A few times she’s making calls and sending texts and stepping out… and eventually, she’s returning with a group of…

Kadeem was closing up the gym for the night when a figure sauntered out of the shadows from the alley. Riley. She was clad in a black leather jacket. Her dark curls bounced as she walked. Her expression: smug. “Hey,” he said, nodding to his Beta. "Admit that I'm Sherlock," she said immediately. Kadeem yanked the keys from the lock and pocketed them. "What?" "No way am I Watson,” she said, twirling a green lighter in her hand. “I need you to admit that I’m the superior brain of this operation."

The pain was unspeakably overwhelming to the point he started to shiver uncontrollably. “Boss Dart!” Riley and the others screamed in disbelief to see their superior shot. Nobody expected someone would actually dare to do something like this against one of the Hatchet Gang’s Four Goliaths. Do they not fear the consequences? Riley trembled uncontrollably as she screamed, “That’s Boss Dart! He’s from the Hatchet Gang!” “There must be something wrong…” “Something wrong?” Harvey flashed her a warm smile. “You must be Riley.” “Don’t worry.”

Yes, he'd blackmailed her into it, but she would have done it of her own free will. With Riley, though she did feel a certain level of attraction to him—his beautiful eyes and his dangerous aura—she was determined to get back with Adam at any cost. Now that he'd apologised to Jamie, it was surely only a matter of time. "Shit." Riley tutted, looking at his phone. He rang someone and stood, indicating for Alice to follow. "The Gilmorten lot just jumped team 3," he said. "Get the lads from team 2 and meet me at the Friar's Industrial Estate."

Ryder nodded. "All I’m saying is you don’t have to worry; no one’s gonna get killed..." He paused. "If anyone is, it’s definitely not me..." He gave him a weird look. "Or you." He looked away and muttered under his breath, "I promised Hara..." He turned around to leave. Ryder watched him with a smile on his face as he walked away. Ghost snuck into the house through the back door, opting

The store was dead by nine o’clock. Just the hum of the old fluorescent lights and the occasional creak of the shelves. I was wiping down the front counter at my dad’s hardware store, the one on the edge of town that stayed open late for all the contractors and weekend warriors. My name’s Riley. Twenty-one, supposed to be enjoying my summer break from community college, but instead I was stuck helping out because Dad messed up his ankle real bad last week. Couldn’t stand behind the register for long.

I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless. Codenames have only been in use for roughly the last century so only three generations of my family have them. My mother is known as Aconite, due to her love of poisoning her victims, especially using aconite. My father is known by the codename Scythe since he loves his gun, and he carves a scythe into his bullets symbolising the grim reaper. Grandpa Titus has old-style flare, his is Akephaloi because he likes to decapitate people. Grandma Talyssa was a simple woman, she went with a gun, which I guess is where my dad got his weapon of

Irving just snorts, tossing his empty canteen onto the table. Right on cue, the hydraulic seals on the main vault doors hiss violently. The thick steel plates slide open, revealing Commander Cody Tucker. He steps into the armory, holding the hand of a small, sharp-eyed boy who couldn't be older than eight years old. The kid wears a miniature tactical vest and a small pack strapped to his shoulders, his golden wolf eyes cool, calculating, and eerie for his young age. Cody offers me a brisk, respectful nod. "Apologies for the delay, Chika. I had to retrieve Forrest from the forward observation post."

“The memory from the cellar matches this. He was preparing. Weapons, plans, everything. This letter is the proof it was real.” Rhydian turned to me. “You translated it too perfectly. Another gift from him?” I swallowed. “It feels that way. The cipher unlocked in my head like I had written it myself. Scary how easy it came.” The rogue watched us with interest. “Looks like the ghost is useful after all. Jax would pay good for someone who can read his codes.” “Shut your mouth,” Rhydian growled. He motioned to the guards outside. “Keep him locked down. No visitors. No messages out.”