Ghost Rider Fanfiction Crossover 소설 & 이야기

Her blonde locks bounced back and forth as she surveyed our surroundings for danger. Her empathy gift was on high alert. She lived for these adventures. I couldn't believe it. The frail, unsure kid I met five years ago was long gone. Riley was now open, brave, smart, my sister, my family. I knew the first time I met her, knew that we both longed for what they had taken from us, me through tragedy and her through the gift she possessed. We were looking for something that both eluded and called to us, and I believed it was here in Crescent Moon. I just knew it, felt it in my bones. Charlie, is everything okay?.

“A bear. I bet that makes you very strong.” “I’m almost as strong as a Guardian,” I tell him, making sure he knows that I know powerful people. His eyes go wide. “Custos Regni,” he purrs, using the Latin term that all vampires seem to use for the Guardians. “And how do you know the Guardians, little hybrid?” “Guardian Grace is my Luna.” “You’re from Safe Haven pack then?” he asks and now it’s my turn to frown. “That’s correct.” “Interesting. So, little hybrid, can we be friends?” he asks.

“It’s… not just me.” It’s not just her. Not just me. Not just the Devourer. It’s something new, forged from our love and our desperation and the lingering echo of its claim. The circle collapses. The sand erupts in jagged waves of fire and shadow. I fall backward, dragged by the pain, by the weight of the corrupted tether. Lyra crashes with me, her head hitting the stone. Stars burst behind my eyelids. The bond… mutates. I gasp, lifting my head. The tether between us pulses, triple-stranded now: silver, black, and a new vein of crimson shadow that whispers with its own voice, its own intent.

“The one who ran you down. The one who put you in a coma.” Ian turned slowly, his blood running cold. “His grudge isn’t with you because of your blog,” Soren said, each word precise and chilling. “It’s with Zhedya…they are the same. They worked the same field…assassins for hire. That’s how Zhedya gathered his wealth, that’s the world he comes from.” The world tilted. The Ghost is from Zhedya’s past. The accident… it wasn’t random. A war between monsters, and he’d been caught in the middle.

Hu: In less than a heartbeat, the hotel room disappears as the portal swallows us whole, but not for long. We land hard on the coal tar. Ginger hesitates to stand as I try to help her. The sound of a blaring horn hits me, and my senses activate. I hear tires screeching against asphalt as bright light floods our faces. Then I realize we are standing in the middle of the damn road. “Shit!” I hiss, yanking Ginger to my side just in time as a car flashes past, its bumper brushing my side. More vehicles follow, speeding by like we’re ghosts they don’t see.

Her breaths coming in hard pants, she pushed herself to go even faster, all she needed to do was outrun the creatures and she had a chance to get back to him. Then the creatures suddenly erupted into a race after her and she tripped on her own feet and fell as their speed shocked her. They would be on her in the next second. She screamed and covered her head and then, an icy cold hand grabbed her wrist and the scene changed. She was in a bed chamber now, a huge single bed in the middle room covered with deep red coverings and she spun around to ask why she had been brought here and came face to face with the Ghost Rider, without the hat obscuring his features.

The clever name went synonymously with the black magic lore of a wolf shifter. My formidable Dune motorcycle was altered to run silently, allowing me to sneak up on our Alpha, who was dismounting from his Harley. With my enhanced abilities, I could move through the air undetected, hiding in pockets of distortions that naturally occur in the web between the physical and biological landscape. I was untrackable, earning my nickname. “Holy shit!” Cyrus turned, ready for a fight, when I forced him into a hug. “Fuck, Ghost.” He relaxed, finally gripping me back. “God, I’ll never get used to that.”

He let out a soft, rhythmic little sigh, his tiny chest rising and falling, entirely unaware that his existence had just fundamentally altered the axis of the earth. For twelve months, I had been a ghost haunting my own life. I had let my father hollow me out, pour his corporate poison down my throat, and turn me into a weapon for the Empire Group because I thought there was nothing left in this world to protect. I thought the only beautiful thing I had ever touched was buried in the ground. But she wasn't. She was standing right behind me. And she had brought the light back with her. A violent, ragged tear slipped down my jaw and dropped onto the quilt. I didn’t wipe it away. I let the raw,

“If you blow the spine, you blow an empty vein. If you don’t, I cut it anyway and take the data with me.” “The antidote,” he said, and the word sounded like a lover’s name he’d lost. “Isn’t an antidote anymore,” she said. Ghost shouted—Snake snarled—one of the hybrids went over the rail in a flourish of sparks and a sound like breath leaving a thousand throats at once. The other latched to the ceiling and crawled toward the panel on spidery limbs, faster than a human could aim and uglier than a machine should be allowed to be.

As soon as I finish the thought, my body acts on its own and I lick his wounds. He grunts, as if he’s in some sort of pain, but then something unexpected happens. His wounds heal in mere seconds. ‘You’re welcome.’ Pandora gloats inside my head. ‘How did you do that?’ I inquire amazed. ‘We did that. You should read the records in Gabriel’s possession; it will help you understand us better.’ ‘Will do that.’ ~~~ Hayden ~~~ This is not how I expected this moment to unfold, but either way, Maddox is smitten about the gorgeous white wolf in front of us, and I admit that I’m completely under my mate’s spell.