Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

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 looked at Elise with pleading eyes. “Can you go ahead without me? I will find you later, okay?” I told Elise, and the elevator door closed, blocking her reply. I looked at the man, who had closed his eyes and was breathing heavily as the elevator kept moving. As soon as we left the elevator and entered the underground parking lot, a black Rolls Royce abruptly stopped in front of us. The driver got down from the car and opened the back door, helping Morgan's secretary get him into the car. However, it seemed that Morgan would not enter the car without me. He was still holding on tightly to my hand.

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."

One hand on wheel, tossed me a cheap burner. “Bank. Freeze everything. They’ll empty you tonight—cards, Venmo, crypto.” Dialed shaky, rattled numbers to the operator. “Frozen. Immediate.” Hung up, phone slick with sweat. Main gate ahead—steel, ten feet, camera, red light. R didn’t brake. “Hold on.” Rover screamed forward, crashed through—metal shrieked, sparks flew, spine rattled. Gate buckled, one side hanging. Bumper dented, we rolled. Hit asphalt, tires howling. Drone peeled off at property line.

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.