Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

For a second, our eyes met, and the chemistry was so intense it felt like a static shock. "Do you want revenge, Xender? Or do you just want to vanish?" "I want... I want to show them what a 'stray' can do when he’s been backed into a corner. I want to see the look on Tristan’s face when he realizes he traded the Ghost for a girl who can't even shift properly."

Gia groans and takes my hand. “Let’s go. When the two of them start, they go all day with the kissing.” I smile as I glance at them. They seem like how my parents used to be. “Oh, okay.” “Cap, wait,” her mother says. “Brandi, I’ll see you at dinner.” “Okay,” I reply as Gianna pulls me out of the room, but not before I take one last look at him. Suddenly, everything goes black. “Fenice.” “Tes?” Wasn’t I with Gianna?

The funeral for Ghost feels slow. I stand over his tombstone and build up the guilt inside. Ghost was supposed to take my lead to destroy the secret bases of the Order, but the mole sent by them betrayed him. I let the rain pour down on me as I stare at his name and the titles he's been given: a comrade, a friend, a brother, a Dagger. His grave is in a private field owned by Odin for those who have fallen. I closed my eyes and wished to return to time and save him and Poppy.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

And those silver-blue eyes when they locked with mine… I don’t know why, but I still can’t tell if she’s human or a werewolf. 'You know we want her laid out beneath us,' Ghost said. “No. I don’t want her.” 'Oh, but you do... Can’t you feel it? If she was the one giving that blowjob instead of your own hand, you’d have come in seconds.' “Well, that’s your damn fault—with all your twisted fantasies,” I muttered. 'You came back home without getting laid. We’ve got the money. We already tasted Marirose’s virgin pussy—' “I don’t let anyone step on me. You know that.”

And instead of firing him on the spot, my cock had throbbed like it remembered exactly how tight he felt while I pumped him full with my cum. He’s dangerous. His guts plus the way he made me feel. Anger. Lust. And worse… curiosity, made him seem dangerous to me. That spark of life I’d buried after my father caught me with the neighbor’s son at sixteen and tortured me for months, with threats that if I ever loved a man or made it known openly, he’d destroy everything I hold dear was beginning to stir up. I became the Ghost and enjoyed the anonymous parties, escorts I paid well and never saw twice. Rough, no-strings breeding sessions where I stayed in complete control. No emotions. No repeats.

“You are remembering things. Just not in the order we’d hoped. A day doesn’t go by that you don’t offer some new bit of information.” “I will be old and grey before I remember my name,” she complained. He looked deep into her eyes. Although they still had that pulling effect on him, he no longer felt as if he was falling down the rabbit hole with no rope to grab. Instead, he felt a cozy, warm sensation in his core that generally led to his pecker standing at attention and the two of them going at it like rabbits. It was a type of connection between them that he couldn’t describe properly. It was a feeling like no other. “It doesn’t matter what your name is anymore. You’re my Angel and

he said defiantly, trying to get up. He lunged at me. I dove out of his way and drew my shard down in his back with everything I had, praying I hit his spine. We both fell on the floor with a thud, only a few feet apart. I could see his eyes. “That’s for Noora, you motherfucker, she knew what you were,” I whispered as he stopped moving and drew his last breath. The door burst open, shaking the floor beneath me, just as I blacked out.

The feeling was like this there was this part of me that blooms while staring at him even just for a few seconds. "So, what do you think about my brilliant idea?" he continued this time, with a glimmering smile on his face. "My name is Ghino Frost, by the way. Just like you, I was betrayed and cheated by the ones I loved the most." Ghino's proposal completely tempts me as it makes me realize the reason why would I dream of someone impossible. Dylan is my best friend. And it seems that my kind of dream of holding his hands, kissing his lips, and making love with him forever stays in my subconscious. Dylan and I will never happen.