Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

“Already there.” Sparks arced from the west tower as his team cut their own lines; if the enemy wanted to chew on our nerves, they’d get dead cables and a shock for dessert. Ghost’s people used grapnels to haul up the chassis of a heavier drone, ripping its belly open and feeding it grenades until it coughed smoke. “Eyes on ground,” Ghost said. “They’re not just machines.”

And he was bringing hell with him. The black Rolls-Royce Spectre prowled through the driveway like a shadow swallowing the light, its sleek body reflecting the dim glow of the evening. Behind it, several other cars followed in perfect formation, a silent declaration of power and presence. The low hum of engines faded as they pulled to a stop. Before the car had fully settled, the door opened, and Drystan stepped out. His movements were swift—purposeful. Without hesitation, he rounded the car, fingers gripping the handle before sliding the door open with an ease that belied the tension in his shoulders.

“Be good, Blair. Go home with Mommy. Don’t make your mommy angry by being naughty.” “Okay.” Blair was obedient and understanding. She nodded with affirmation. Then, Winifred drove off with Blair, leaving Tyr to approach the SUV. “The car you rode in last time was worth a king’s ransom. Why has it now been replaced by a JAC that’s only worth a few thousand?” asked Tyr as he opened the car door and slid in. Green Dragon was still one of the Four Gate Masters of Six Doors. Seeing him drive a car that was barely worth ten thousand surprised Tyr.

A shiver ran up my spine and I turned and ran down the hall, the main staircase and out the front door. The car parked in front was a powder blue, 1967 Shelby, GT500 Super Snake, white leather interior, I jumped inside and revved the engine and sped away from the castle, a gate came into view, and I stopped. A thin, tall, very pale man walked out in front of the car and opened the gate, and I sped through, not wanting to be anywhere near these vampires during the night. My skin crawled as his eyes flashed red at me and I mustered a smile as I stepped on the gas. I drove down to the end of the road and stopped, I had 2 choices right or left, I had no idea where I was and no cell phone to u

Jax urged him to speak further. “Ghost communicators are small, self destructive machines that can be attached to anything made of any material. They are like small drones who make their way secretly to the receiver,” he answered. “They have only two buttons- a green and a red button. If you choose to help in a particular task, then we press the green button for a go ahead and the drone self destroys itself with no visible sparks or smoke but if for some reason we can’t take up the task , then we press the red button and the drone flies off to the nearest adulterator in the vicinity,” he disclosed in detail.

The journey north was not a drive; it was a "Data-Ghosting" operation. They moved through the "Surveillance Corridor" of the Northeast in a salvaged 1990s delivery van, its white paint peeling like dead skin. The vehicle had no GPS, no Bluetooth, and no electronic fuel injection. It was a mechanical relic, invisible to the "Common Ledger’s" automated traffic sensors.

I had just burned a fortress to the ground. And yet, for the first time in my life, I was powerless. I pressed the wooden soldier to my forehead, fighting back the burn of tears that a monster should never shed. "Drive," I choked out. "Just drive." The car accelerated into the night, chasing a ghost. -------------------------------------------------

“On this night. In this place. We call you!” The lights went out completely, and the entire drive-in was cloaked in total darkness. Gasps and whispers shot across the black expanse. My heart pounded in my ears and my veins sizzled. Suddenly, a green flash swooped across the sky and over the crowd. The nervous whispers turned to panicked screams as a howling death’s head blazing with eerie light flew through the drive-in. It swung in a wide arc, then came racing back towards me. I was so stunned I couldn’t move as the thing barreled at me like a cannon ball. At the last second, I managed to throw myself to the ground to get out of the way. I caught most of the fall with my shoulder, but the i

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.