Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hiram says from behind us. Mother holds my gaze for a moment before sighing. “Fine. But if you’re not back in an hour or two, I will find you, and you will be grounded until your lineage gives me great-grandchildren.” June chuckles, and I walk away without a word. As I slide into the waiting car, I glance back and see Hiram and June sharing a kiss. My mind instantly replaces them with Ginger and me. I picture us in their place—her in my arms, a ring on her finger, my mark on her skin. I imagine marrying her, having kids with her. The vision is so vivid that I don’t realize how lost I am in it until the car slows to a stop.

Burn scar’s eyes darkened with rage, his chest rumbling with a snarl that filled the van. “When we make it to our destination I’m going to enjoy taking your ass while my men fuck the Lasko princess within an inch of her life,” he chuckled darkly, but it was nothing compared to Ghost’s maniacal laugh. “I’m going to make you my bitch.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Ghost shrugged. Burn scar opened his mouth to reply when something hard struck the van. A strange current passed over me, stinging like a jolt of static electricity. My stomach lurched as we began to spin round and round. Goddess, I was going to puke.

they have already carried her out. Ghost hesitate, then I caught Misha’s scent and understood why ghost hesitated. Aria’s blood clings to her scent and some other guy. Wait, they were two? Rage boils through Ghost and he takes a step forward wanting to tear everyone in there apart, even the Coach. “Come on man,” my voice barely a whisper in my mind. “Aria. Think about her. She’s hurt.” Ghost pauses and, for the second time today, he chooses his mate. I sign with relief as he moves towards the infirmary.

"Because I have the strongest princess in all the territories watching my back. Making sure I keep my promises. Teaching me that love is the greatest power of all." Luna managed a small smile, though her magic still swirled anxiously. "Will you stay? Just until I fall asleep?" "I'll do you one better," Ghost settled more comfortably. "How about I tell you stories about when your dad was young? All the trouble he got into before your mom came along and straightened him out?" Her eyes lit up. "The motorcycle chase story?" "Which one?" Ghost laughed. "Your father had a talent for dramatic escapes. But first..." He put on a serious face. "I need my princess to do something very important."

Zander's POV I sat in my wheelchair, staring a hole through the small screen in my hand. I'd faced down armies of thousands of rogues and stood my ground against the Council's interrogation, but I'd never felt like this—like a shaky, nervous pup. I knew what disappearing meant. For the person left behind, ghosting was a cruelty worse than death. I was terrified that the vibrant Liana I remembered would hate me—that she'd want nothing to do with me.

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 let out a frustrating sigh as he threw the cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his boot. “Why? What do you suspect him of?” His voice wasn't loud, but raw. His anger was evident. “Killing you” I said. Being truthful was my forte, at least with Ghost. “I thought he wanted to spend time alone with you to get you out of the way so he could seize power” I said. Ghost was frustrated. When he ran his hands through his hair, I turned to look at Viper. He was no longer beside Ghost's bike, he was beside his, crouching down to do something on his tyres.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

Knox is the first to appear, his eyes going wide the second he takes in the scene, me, sitting calmly on what’s left of Ghost’s bike, chocolate smeared on my fingers and a hammer lying beside the wreckage like the aftermath of a crime scene. And then Ghost appears. He stops dead, his eyes locking onto the shredded seat, the slashed tires, the ruined paint, the crushed tank. His jaw drops just slightly, like his brain is still catching up to what his eyes are telling him. “What the fuck…” he breathes. His voice is barely more than a whisper as he takes another slow step forward. “What the fuck have you done?” Oh, now he’s hurt? Good. “Vesper!” he snaps, his voice louder now, sharp with disbel

“Out of you.” The dragon’s wings stretched wider, sending ripples of light through the cracks in the walls, illuminating the night forest beyond. Then, with one final pulse of radiant energy, the creature dissolved into sparks — vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. Sierra crumpled forward, knees buckling, and Malick caught her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest, shaking, her voice breaking on the truth: “He’ll know now. My father will know.”