Ghost Rider In The Storm Novels & Stories

“Exactly what I needed today.” The tallest man stepped up to the driver’s side window and tapped the glass with something metallic, maybe a weapon? Or something worse. His eyes gleamed under the hood. “Get out of the car, Storm.” His voice was low and cold. “We just wanna talk.” Ryder shot me a look. “Yeah. Sure. Bet they brought flowers.” I didn’t move. “You picked the wrong night,” I said through the glass. “Not really,” the man replied. “It’s the perfect night.”

Calla put her foot on his head and roared loudly again. All the Riders looked at the head of their leader under her foot. A horrific look appeared on their faces. They all exchange looks then bowed their heads in front of Calla. Wind started blowing like a storm was about to come. With a strike of the lighting, all the Storm Riders disappeared.

Then without waiting for any more, he left with big strides. Staring at the back of Nicolas, she stood at the parking zone, all alone. The darkness and silence of the parking zone were feeling extremely weird at that moment, it was exactly like the silence and calmness after the storm which has left after destroying everything on its way and leaving behind the marks of its destructiveness and cruelty.

Storm The flight from Houston to Dublin took just under ten hours. On the flight, I did what Winter and Felix had said, and set up the phone with my favourite apps and downloaded music onto Spotify. We were halfway over the Atlantic Ocean when Winter and I had renounced our ties to the Hunter’s Moon Pack, which meant that we no longer had any links to that pack.

Storm whipped around to face him, blood dripping from his mouth, soaking the fur on his face. “Surrender,” Storm said, his fur bristled. But instead, Gamma Stone attacked. He hurled himself into the air, and Storm jumped to meet him mid-attack. We collided, and both wolves fell to the ground. We rolled on the ground, jaws snapping.

She says something in a low voice and his wolf purrs; It fucking purrs. The rage takes over and I shift, launching myself at him just as Gavins wolf leaps onto his back while the rogue is distracted looking at Enyo as she shifts into her silver wolf. It happens so fast I almost feel dizzy as her little silver wolf dodges and ducks to avoid me.

“Voice not recognized, but I like your initiative! Activating ‘Off-Road’ mode!” The SUV lifted on its shocks just as they hit the marble lip of the fountain. The vehicle launched into the air, a three-ton beast of metal silhouetted against the sun. It cleared the first two tiers of statues, soaring over a stone Neptune before slamming down into the center basin with a gargantuan splash that drenched the entire plaza. The engine sputtered, gave one final, metallic wheeze, and died. “You have arrived at your destination,” Sparkle said, her voice flickering. “Please remember to take all personal belongings. Thank you for choosing Storme-Tech Mobility. Ending... session...”

Storm chuckled, “I did. She wanted to be kept in the loop at all fucking times. She’s probably sending the calvary, since I haven’t been able to reach her.” I stopped, looking over at Storm in shock. Was Leia in danger? Why was he so calm about it? Why couldn’t he reach my mate? What was happening? “Why not?” “The bullets... and the wolfsbane..." Storm explained, raising his eyebrow at me, and I took a breath of relief. “So you’re not the calvary?” I joked, trying not to show Storm how scared I had been. This damn drug was still messing with my head.

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

The wail of the ambulance siren faded into the distance. Rain lashed against Emma's pale face, mixing with her tears. She stood on the cold concrete outside the villa, her fingertips still stained with the sticky memory of Wesley's blood. A blinding beam of headlights cut through the downpour, and a black Maybach screeched to a halt before her. Zachary leaped out, not even bothering with an umbrella. He swept her into his arms, wrapping her tightly in his trench coat.