Ghost Rider Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

"I'm a writer with a gambling debt and three ex-wives." "Not anymore." Elodie took the bottle of bourbon and threw it into the white void. It shattered, the glass turning into stars. "Here, you're just Victor. And I’m just Elodie." "And the debt?" "Paid in full," Sebastian said. He began to fade, his form dissolving into a soft, violet mist. "The Crossing is complete, Subject Zero. Write something worth reading." The ghosts vanished. The Healer, the perfect Victor, Sebastian—all sucked back into the white.

he says as he walks past me with Rover over his shoulder with his ass exposed to the world to see. “I have a better idea,” I say, removing my own helmet and following Ghost inside. Thorn and Crybaby are in the van waiting for orders while Thorn erases our passage through cameras. “Where do you want this piece of shit?” Ghost asks and I point at the chair in the middle of the room. The only thing above it is a single lightbulb. I know it is very cliche, but I wanted him to be afraid as soon as his eyes opened again.

Hopefully, by morning the sky would be light and he would be back to rights. A squeal penetrated the buzzing in his ears, shocking him into motion. Gair dropped to his belly and slid across the ground to look over the cliff and waiting for a flash of lightning to show him what was below. When it came, he felt his stomach drop. The slope he had just climbed up was crumbling away as the waves crashed against it. He had only just made it across in time. Lightening flashed again, this time so bright it was like daylight for a moment. How had the water risen so fast? It must have been crashing right on his heels. Or had he fallen asleep on the grass for a while? He looked back down at the crumbli

“He has a doctor. He has records. He’s going to take Ethan and lock me away. He told me today… he told me I’m a ghost.” Zander’s grip tightened, but it wasn’t a grip of ownership. It was a grip of an anchor. He stepped into my space, his heat radiating through the cool night air. For a moment, the world of Daniel and his forged papers vanished. There was only the scent of the night jasmine and the man who had known me when I was just a girl with charcoal on her fingers.

Silas kept calling out to his father, trying to reach the man he once knew. "Father, listen to me!" Silas shouted. "We can end this together. Please, let us help you find peace." The ghost rider hesitated, his whip pausing mid-strike. "Silas..." Seizing the moment, Marinetta lunged forward, grabbing the pendant and yanking it free. The ghost rider let out a howl of anguish as the pendant shattered in her hands, the dark energy dissipating into the night. The spectral figure began to fade, the fiery eyes dimming. "Silas... forgive me," the ghost rider whispered as he dissolved into the mist.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

I quickly got ready and left for the garden. I stood there waiting patiently for him. After about 10mins, there was no sign of maxxy. I got up nervously as the rain began to fall first in small droplets and then the large drops drained my hair. I suddenly caught sight of a man, but I couldn't see his face too clearly, he moved swiftly to me. Before I could scream, I felt a heavy metal hit my head., I tried to gain balance, but everything went blank. ARIANA'S POV

He leans in and watches my pulse jump. My fingers fly to my bare throat. "Where's my necklace?" Jace dangles the cheap silver chain from his fingers. The necklace’s pendant eyes glow faintly. “This old thing? It's funny how it matches the Sterling crest.” His wolf canine tooth comes out. “I even heard that the last Sterling heir supposedly died in a fire accident.” Then the door slams open. Gideon Cross occupies the doorway; his military boots sound silent on the marble floor. The scar slicing through his eyebrow squeezes tight as he disapproves of Jace's closeness to me. “Get out, Wilder.”

“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.

“Your strength has returned faster than expected. But your pulse… it isn’t aligned with your spirit. It’s layered, almost as if two energies are competing inside you.” Phantom’s grip on the armrest tightened. “Competing?” The healer hesitated. “Your coyote spirit is faint, muffled. Something else has taken hold—something stabilizing you, but not natural. My guess is it’s the Intercrossed spirit.” The fire in my veins flared as if to answer him. It wasn’t sickness, but it wasn’t mine either. It felt borrowed, imposed, alive in ways that made me shiver. Phantom’s jaw clenched, his voice fierce. “She’s stronger. That’s all I care about.”