Cod Ghost Riley Novels & Stories

Jocelyn "Oh my lord, where the heck are you!?" Riley shot as his COD character ran around on the screen, trying to find me. My laughter filled the room as I made my character duck down again after my failed attempt to shoot him. I had already taken Vincent out, and he was watching in amusement as we played. Vince had suggested playing a game and Riley chose COD. I had played it before a handful of times, but I wasn't that good at it.

Stay inside. The Arrival of the "Ghost-Script" A silver convertible, a "Gilded" relic that looked out of place against the weathered "Analog" buildings of the village, pulled up to the curb. Out stepped a man who looked like the "Source-Code" of a Manhattan dream. Blond hair, an athletic frame, and eyes that were a cold, "Calculating" gray. Julian Reed.

Chapter 2 Alex’s POV The circle had already turned filthy by the time the bottle spun back to me. Beer buzzed warm in my blood, the room thick with sweat, spilled liquor, and the heavy scent of perfume mixed with something sharper and more animal. Riley hadn’t looked away from me once since that kiss. Her dark eyes kept finding mine through the chaos patiently. “Dare,” I croaked. My voice barely cut through the bass. Big fucking mistake. A broad-shouldered guy across the circle grinned like he’d been waiting for this. “Lose the shirt, virgin. Let’s see what the nerd’s hiding under all that coding.”

Chapter 14 Charlie This was it; it was now or never I told Riley; she knew who Naja was. She knew everything. I had laid out my entire history, and so had she. There were no secrets between us. Riley knew exactly why we were here, and there he stood. Tall, broad shoulder, muscular, his body made up of tribal tattoos. And as handsome as I remembered. Naja Greyson was still as much of an enigma to me as my own missing memories.

"I know that already, just tell me how to find her. Remember, your fate depends on this." Ryder's expression turned thoughtful, and he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Alpha, I've been thinking... Georgia mentioned something to Phil once, something that doesn't really make sense. But I feel you should know." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" Ryder hesitated, as if unsure of how to proceed. "She mentioned some sort of a codeword, REBLOM." I frowned, the word meaning nothing to me. "What does it mean?"

“Riley was getting suspicious. We can’t risk him finding out until you want to be mincemeat.” “That, I can’t argue with.” Garrick sighed, running his hands through his night dark hair before placing those big hands on his hips. “He’d skin me alive for teaching his baby sister how to fight.” My breath was still a bit shallow from my run as I took in Garrick’s form. He was twenty years Riley’s senior but he wasn't as dominant as Riley. He was about six feet tall with bulging muscles and a skin as dark as the darkest of chocolates and dark hair cut to an inch of its life on top of his scalp. Garrick was also a low ranking soldier who was also my friend and one of the said ‘spies’ that Riley had

He skillfully left out which exact rank that was. Cody coached me through a brief warmup before waving over a hulky guy that I’m sure ate half pints like me for breakfast. I craned my head up to look at him and gulped in fear. I was certain he had ditched his shirt because his muscles flexing had torn it. This was it, this was how it ended. I had wolfed out and taken out a hunter that had nearly two years of preparation and planning to kill me, but this beast was going to snap me like a twig and he probably wouldn’t even notice. I glanced around, trying to find the cameras. Was 'Punk’D' back on air? I was suddenly regretting agreeing with Cody to start training.

He stretched out his hand and only faced his front when she shook it. It wasn't for long, though. "So what do you do?" "Hack. I get... information." "Hmm, I like that." "Yeah, of course you do. Can you face your front?" Gary rolled his eyes at me but did so as we approached town. The back was tinted so we were properly covered from any prying eyes. "Are they real cops, though?" I turned to Riley when she asked that question. "Yes, he is, but me, not so much."

Reading it would mean wanting it. One by one, Johnny introduced the rest of the squad. “That’s Ryder—computer prodigy, though he spends more time on illegal bets than hacking.” “Cole—our bomb guy. Don’t give him liquor, unless you want half the base blown up.” “Those two are Nina and Marco. Don’t let the cuddling fool you—they’ll gut a wolf before breakfast.” “Gideon—brooding type. Don’t expect small talk.” “Then there’s Old Man Harris. Lost his wife and kids to rogues. Been chasing a deathwish ever since, but the bastard won’t die.”

I squeezed his neck as his face started turning blue, using my other hand, we held his hand, breaking it and he let out a muffled cry. Bringing out our claws, we pushed our hand into his chest and we were about to claw out his heart but we felt someone's hands on ours, bringing out our hand from his chest, he held the person, that was when I realised that it was Cyrus. I knew Cole didn't care and would want to kill Cyrus for interrupting us, and I quickly gained dominance over him, stopping him from hurting Cyrus further. "She needs you " Cyrus quickly said noticing that Cole wasn't present anymore "giving them an easy death would not be right, you have to take care of Riley first"