Dash Quest Ghost Lantern Novels & Stories

The sound of the blast pushed a wind through the hall that scattered papers and the smell of scorched wood filled the air. Then through the smoke and the falling ash I saw them. Figures running across the ruin in a way that made the back of my neck go ice cold. They moved with speed no normal wolf should have and their eyes caught the light and flashed silver like coins. Dozens of them. A wall of them. They flowed out from the smoke and toward the packhouse like tide. At the front of that line was Lucas.

I could barely breathe, could barely see. When the smoke cleared… Luca was gone. Wolf was unconscious, burnt, and barely breathing. And Saint, Elena, Bishop, and Derek… were nowhere to be seen. I staggered to my knees, chest heaving, heart shattering. The last thing I saw before darkness took me… a faint red glow in the distance. A spark plug. And a shadow moving toward it… deliberate, unstoppable. Perfect! Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment.

“Remind me to embroider that on a pillow.” Rhoades clears his throat by the door. “Car’s ready.” Lyra If wealth had a smell, it would be the inside of this car—leather, restraint, and the faintest note of danger. Dante sits beside me, checking his phone like a man who’s never had to scroll too long for good news. The driver turns off the main avenue, and the gala looms ahead: chandeliers visible from the street, cameras blooming like flowers. “Remember,” Dante says, sliding his phone away. “We’re not here to convince anyone we’re happy. Just credible.”

Like you actually mean it. For the first time in a long while, the heat building low in her stomach didn’t feel manufactured. It felt real. Dangerous. She sat back down, crossing her legs elegantly, and stared straight into the lens. “Was that slow enough for you, Ghost?” His reply came within seconds. Ghost: $10,000 more if you cancel whatever plans you had tonight and stay online with me instead.

"You stay here with them. When they wake up, they won't care about the paperwork. They will drag you to a warehouse and hurt you just to send a message to your father wherever he is." I looked at the thug with the broken wrist. He was starting to move. "Or," Declan said, "you get in my car. You work for me, and you pay off the debt." "What kind of work?" I asked. My voice trembled. Declan looked me up and down. "You have no scent," he said. "For a wolf, that makes you a ghost. I have a use for a ghost." A siren wailed in the distance. It was getting closer.

Just the house breathing its heavy, mechanical breath in the dark. [D******D COMPLETE. DATA MIRROR STABLE. DISCONNECT TRANSFERS.] Dante slickly wrenched the cloning drive from the administrative port. The screen snapped back to its standard green baseline, erasing every trace of the Level Prime intrusion. He slid the heavy, warm black plastic drive into his inner tactical pouch, right next to the Rossi blood ledger he had extracted from the chapel vault. He pulled his black coat back over his massive shoulders, his face returning to that unyielding, terrifying mask of the Ghost.

He looked at the Sovereign, then at the massive column of bikers, war-rigs, and scavengers forming up behind us. "You ready for a road trip, Ghost?" Dax asked, a grim, determined fire in his amber eyes. "I've got the map, Pres," I said, tapping my cracked data-deck. "Let's go crack an Ark."

Burn scar’s eyes darkened with rage, his chest rumbling with a snarl that filled the van. “When we make it to our destination I’m going to enjoy taking your ass while my men fuck the Lasko princess within an inch of her life,” he chuckled darkly, but it was nothing compared to Ghost’s maniacal laugh. “I’m going to make you my bitch.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Ghost shrugged. Burn scar opened his mouth to reply when something hard struck the van. A strange current passed over me, stinging like a jolt of static electricity. My stomach lurched as we began to spin round and round. Goddess, I was going to puke.

Swiftly, Jameson sprang into action, delivering decisive blows that vanquished countless ghosts, rescuing Dakota from peril. Dakota trembled as he inquired, "What is happening? I sense nothing but a chilling terror!" Jameson shielded Dakota, wielding his sword with precision to dispatch the ghosts. "Remain composed, my lord," he reassured, "These disturbances are the machinations of lackeys from Scarlet Summit. Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety."

Luca hesitated only a second before following, his boots quiet on the floorboards. They moved past sleeping brothers, the smell of beer and leather thick in the air. Ghost’s pulse thudded harder with every step not from guilt, but from something far more dangerous. When they slipped into his room, Ghost locked the door behind them. The sound echoed like a confession. Luca looked around. It wasn’t much, just a bed, dresser, a map of old routes pinned to the wall. Ghost poured himself a drink from the bottle on the table and handed it over. “You still like whiskey?”