Demon Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Not to us. It’s late by the time I finally give in. The bar is thinning out, most of the guys stumbling back to their rooms, but Ghost is still planted on that stool like it’s his throne. Only he’s no king right now, he’s a wreck. His head is heavy in his hand, his glass long empty, his mouth still moving, the same damn word spilling out of him like a broken record. “Three,” he mutters. “Three little demons. Three bikes. Three fuckin’ bottles of whiskey. Three. Three. Three.”

I have fallen asleep and woken up several times because of the mosquitoes until I woke up feeling confused. Roar! I suddenly turned pale when I saw a familiar monster. "Demon," I whispered into the air. What is the demon doing here in Wysteria? Don't say that they are from here? "Ales, hide. We will kill this demon!" Gaspar yelled at me and I was scared to stand up and I hid behind a big tree. The demon was big, like the one that chased me and my sister before we had an accident and fell off the cliff. Its horn is large and sharp; he looks like a buffalo with thick hair. Its body is like a human, but the skin is that of a buffalo.

It was this small gesture that caught the other's attention, and Evelyn then saw the demon sitting on Niederhogg's head tilt its head, revealing a face that was all but unknown to her, and looking over in her direction with a curious expression. The red-haired demon was very clean and handsome, looking about her age, with a pair of thin, sharp, black horns on his head, the location of the horns was a bit different from the other demons, not on top of the head, but a little bit higher up on the corner of the forehead, rather than a demon, he looked more like the "ghosts" in the handheld game that Evelyn used to play. He looks more like a "ghost" in the game Evelyn used to play than a demon.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

I was beyond furious that he had kept this from us all this time because I knew now that the faceless men in my dreams were Royal Guards. “They’ll kill you! You’ll never get close enough to kill him,” Ryder said in a low tone. “You don’t know half of what I can do.” I hadn’t earned the name Ghost because I was a good hunter. I earned it because I was the best. I could move so quietly that even Milo didn’t hear me and his hearing was better than mine. I didn’t feel pain and I healed faster than any species in existence. Ghost wasn’t just a myth, it was who I became.

His Demon Lord, a ninth level Demon of the Realm, had been killed by a Vampire Prince, and now that Vampire Prince had just taken his Demon Lord’s power into himself… The goblin watched as Ruben took in a halting ragged breath of shock, before falling to his knees and clutching his chest, sweat appeared on his brow and he tipped his head back letting out a throat wrenching scream of pain before collapsing. The goblin ran over to Ruben’s side and knelt down in the dust, wiping his hair from his face and tapping his cheek. “Wake up…Prince? Prince?” Ruben groaned and shuddered before slowly blinking his eyes open. He looked up at the face of the grotesque goblin and startled, jerking away from

Clad in armor that seemed to glow with spectral light, the rider wielded a whip that crackled with dark energy. "It's him," Silas whispered, his voice trembling with recognition. "It's my father." The others turned to Silas, shock and confusion etched on their faces. "Your father?" Marinetta asked, trying to piece together the implications. Silas nodded, his eyes never leaving the ghostly figure. "He died many years ago, but it seems his spirit has returned, driven by a need for vengeance." The ghost rider dismounted, moving towards them with a menacing grace. Silas stepped forward, his heart heavy with a mix of dread and determination.

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.