Ghost Rider In The Storm Novels & Stories

“Here, I've got a deal for you. If you don’t accept that girl as your Luna, I will kill your mother. She’s getting too cocky, and I would have killed her long ago if it weren’t for you.” What a fucking asshole. He would kill Storm’s mother? And why wasn't she the fucking Luna? I took a good look at Storm. He had black hair like his father, but I now notice his eyes are blue like his mother’s. He had a strong jaw and some stubble. He was tall and had very broad shoulders. Storm had taken off his jacket and was wearing only a t-shirt. I could see that his lower arms had a bunch of tattoos. He was actually pretty fucking good-looking for the son of a dickface. Not that it fucking mattered. I wa

The Rock also had a part reserved for male criminals. Two hours later, they flew into a storm, heading towards the west and away from the daylight in the east, outpacing the dawn. Diana looked out to sea, at the course ahead. Vast, mighty storm clouds obscured the sky, and not five minutes later, freezing rain, thunder and lightning threw the chopper around but Warden Clark, flying true to his pilot name - Storm - persevered through. Half an hour later and before Diana knew it, she spotted the curve of the coastline, of land. She smiled at the sight of it.

I took a good look at it until I was sure I could now recognize him. I took a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and sipped slowly, like a lady. I needed to think. I needed to plan. My eyes kept searching for Storm or anyone else I knew, but all I saw were strangers, men in expensive suits and women in backless gowns, dripping in diamonds. There was no sign of Storm. He had said he would be here. I hated how he did this. Sent me into warzones while he played Ghost. But I had come this far. I was not turning back.

“What’s going on?” “I think they’re fighting.” “Let’s go see!” This wasn’t good. The urge to slaughter them all and destroy their gadgets was immense. “Get out of the way!” Storm barged through people and shoved them all out. “If any of that footage makes it to social media, I’ll hunt you down myself.” He slammed the door shut. The second the witnesses were gone, I pounced on Gage. “Stop Mav!” Storm tackled me to the carpet. “Let him go, Storm. We’ll settle this,” Gage barked.