Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

Draven’s POV I pulled my SUV onto the gravel road a few hundred yards from the Black Claw Pack. The tires crunched beneath us as the driver eased the vehicle onto the shoulder behind the long line of black SUVs that had already arrived. Darren and the others hadn’t wasted any time getting here. Their vehicles were parked neatly beneath the cover of the trees, hidden well enough that nobody inside the pack would notice them unless they were looking.

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.

Carl said slowly, "Drive all the way to the bottom." The driver heard this and gasped, "We, we wouldn't dare. There're Ghost Escorts in the Netherworld. At most, we just make sure living souls can't return to their bodies. Usually, they get off here. Up ahead is the Netherworld Citadel, there're Netherworld Acolytes there, it's hard to do anything." Of course Carl knew what was up ahead. He glanced at the driver, fiddling with the faint red string on his hand, and said in a calm voice, "What if I insist you drive all the way to the bottom."

Thorin butted in, upset and jealous. Who wouldn't be? She had the nerve to talk to her ex-mate, and I couldn't get her approval to even see her. With Thorin's command, the car went flat out like lightning. My Lambo drove fast in a zigzag to a busy highway. It drove fast traffic and squeezed itself into a narrow street. Draco was very familiar with the route. He knew exactly which roads weren't that snarled up. Within just an hour and thirty minutes, we were facing the main gate of Blood Moon Pack. The two guards greeted us with a slight bow, and one of the guards' eyes turned instantly to white, mind-linking someone.

Drake's POV I drove out of my office garage, slamming my door hard. My knuckles whitened as I grabbed the steering hard. I tried to think and focus but I couldn't. Another withdrawal had been made. A huge sum of $70,000 had left the account making it a total sum of $120,000 withdrawn from the company's account under my very eyes. My palm met my steering repeatedly as I tried to release my rage. I turned the ignition and my car roared to life. I accelerated, revving into the highway at full speed.

The pickup truck was the only thing left outside the house as something unexpected and shocking began to happen. The ground began to turn sticky and moist and then the car started to... sink. The ground had turned into a sinking sand wormhole as the truck went in slowly and slowly and just as half of it had been sunk in, Nelly's phone's screen on the front passenger's seat lit up, "Nelly... Hello? Honey.? It's mom. You've passed your curfew. Get home now, you have school tomorrow. And why aren't you saying anything? Nelly? Nelly?!-"

I become a ghost, unseen by the living, able to move through solid objects. I drift through the wall and witness Ryan, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, embracing Vivian tenderly. He kisses her forehead with such gentleness it makes my nonexistent heart ache. Though I no longer have a physical form, the pain of betrayal cuts through me like silver. He was my mate, my Alpha, my destined other half. I want to scream, to ask if he spared even a moment to worry about me while I fought for my life mere steps away. The answer is obvious in his every action.

V. Drax strolled toward his car in the underground garage, softly humming a tune to himself when the overhead fluorescent lights began to flicker. He glanced up at the erratic lighting but kept walking, trying to ignore the eerie sensation that had gripped him. The previous night, a man had nearly strangled him in his sleep. Drax had fought back, but the intruder was unusually strong and strangely scentless, dressed entirely in black. The intruder had vanished out of his window when Drax raised an alarm.

“I told you I was going to collect on that debt, Carter,” Peter Draven’s voice was like grinding stones as he stepped out of the black Range Rover. He moved with the terrifying grace of a predator that had already won. “Your driver seems to have lost his scent for the road. Are you still breathing, or do I need to call the Council’s cleaners?” Marco, the Beta driver, stood by the hood of the SUV, his heart racing. He had followed the Alpha’s order to 'nudge' the heir’s car, but seeing the twisted metal of Ethan’s sports car, he knew his bonus was going to be soaked in blood.

With one drifting move, Shawn overtook the Mustang that was driving around the corner just a few meters from the finish line. The Mustang's driver was already optimistic that he would emerge victorious from the turn, at least until the flawless drifting action of the matte black GT-R erased any confidence in the Mustang's driver. In just a few seconds that seemed blurry to the eyes of the Mustang's driver, the GT-R managed to touch the finish line and greeted his victory with a twisting action using an amazing drift technique.