Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

“You got it.” Lucas slid the radio back into its cradle On the dashboard of the truck and sank back in the passenger seat. They had been searching for hours and yet every second Chloe was missing and the feral was roaming their territory was a second too long. The minutes seemed to stretch out until it was almost painful.

I nodded and obeyed. MIKO I am silently driving and glancing at Black Dragon. I wonder what happened inside that structure. I noticed Big Boss limping because of a wound on his right leg. I also noticed Topgun obeying Black Dragon without asking, while he is just staring outside. Since Se7en hyung is not here, we will bring Big Boss to his father Eclipse. Under the Gonzalbo’s house is the original headquarters of Dark Knight. Though seldom used, it is still operating in case emergencies like this happen. We’re almost there. I wonder what my hyung’s are thinking now. As we approached the mansion’s gates, it automatically opens. I drove the van inside. Actually, nobody would suspect that somet

Draven says, his voice sounding like cold stone. My heart beats fast against my ribs. "Meet me outside Nighthowl Systems." He cuts the call before I can breathe. I grab my pack and run down to the transport lines. I get to the gate just as Draven’s heavy armored assault truck pulls up. Ronzek Hale is driving the big vehicle today. Draven is in the back seat, staring hard at a battle map screen. Everything feels super weird between us, and sitting right next to his big wolf frame makes my skin crawl. I reach for the front door instead.

As Adam drove along the narrow road to the Graceland pack, the air felt cold and crisp. He kept the heat gauge in the car low due to the rotting corpse lying in the trunk. His wolf was in grief as the bitter taste of death crawled up his snout, making his eyes water and leaving a nasty taste in his mouth.

Ghost’s fingers flew across the keyboard, screens reflecting off his glasses in rapid flashes of blue and white. Every camera feed in the city was up. Every traffic cam. Every toll booth. Every intersection. And none of it was enough. “She’s in a black sedan,” Ghost muttered. “Tinted windows. No plates. They knew what they were doing.” I paced behind him, chest tight, hands shaking. I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

I said, and I could see the questions on her face, but she clamped her mouth shut, deciding not to ask me again. “The chauffeur is in the next car. My men always follow me but keep a distance away from me due to some reasons,” I said and saw how she looked behind her and blushed hard in embarrassment. “You brute, how am I going to look them in the eye with what we just did when you knew they were behind us?” she cried. I chuckled at how cute she looked as she placed her face in her palms and attempted to hide her face from view. I got down from the car, gave the keys to the chauffeur, and made my way to the next car. My previous demeanor was nowhere in sight. I could already feel the darknes

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

Nor can we get help from those whose whereabouts are unknown. According to Frey, the number of vampires that exist today is very small. She had never seen another vampire besides her family. However, she had heard that several groups of vampires hunted humans for blood supply. It sounds a little cruel, but human blood is the main source of food for them. I also can't give them the slightest sympathy because I'm also a human. I continued to ask Frey about the people who were after her. The people who chase vampires are a vampire extermination organization and the like. They are called Flower Skulls.

I said. I grabbed my controller. The plastic felt slippery with my own sweat. "A ghost with a five-minute lifespan before the core reaches critical meltdown and the matter disintegrates." I looked at the map. I traced the path to the Moon Temple—the winding, vertical mountain road. "I will fly the drone up the main causeway," I explained. My mind was racing, calculations for the flight path spiraling. "It will move slowly. Hesitantly. Mimicking the irregular gait of a terrified girl walking to her execution. Nergal’s sensors will track the mass. His eyes will follow the energy. He will gloat."

He couldn't hold up much longer, he had to open it up, or Sydney would enter through each thought in his intellect like a blade through the canvas. On the forsaken extend of thruway, Draco squeezed the button, and a cascade of blue and tangerine orange blazes impacted out the back of his vehicle. It pushed his head back as he shot over the street like a rocket, causing him to scoff and holler interior the car. “Oh, yeah!” he bellowed.