Ghost Rider Justice League Fanfiction Novels & Stories

GRACE P. O. V Jecelin remained standing tall like a wolf that feared nothing. With a swift movement, she leaped at me, her sharp teeth shining in the moonlight. My lithe body tried to dodge, but this time Jecelin was much more agile. She tried to bite my neck, but my transparent wings quickly formed a shield of light. Her teeth met the shield, producing blue sparks that burned the cave floor. “You won't stop me. I stand as a woman who wants to seek justice for my son!” Jecelin pushed her body harder, attempting to break through my light shield.

Dante's POV "What a rotten bike like its rotten owner,” Joy jeered before retrieving back her helmet from Lex's presently flaming bike. She had thrown it in Lex’s bike's wheel just moments before her mate was going to cross the finish line. "You cheated !” the fallen loser cried out from the ground. "Oh baby,” Joy tsked as she grabbed her mate and dead baby's father's collar. She ran a lazy finger across his face before resting it lightly under his chin so that their faces were perfectly angled to kiss.

I then leave Silent and run toward the armor. SpeedBlade: "I need to get close," JumpStart says as he jumps out of the way of the blaster fire. "I will draw the armor's fire," I say, running toward the Iron Fist armor. Already firing at me, I run in a zig-zag pattern. "I will too," Ms. Justice yells. She runs from the side and jumps. Falling to the floor, she slides along it and hits the foot. Dr. Cho seeing this orders the armor to stomp its foot. However, at that moment, when the armor is raising its foot, arrows from behind us shoot and hit the armor.

“We waited for you for a hundred thousand years. You are the only one that can save us.” “I still believe in the vision.” She said as she stepped forward and tentatively touched the Ghost Rider’s cold face. “You have suffered for too long, thanks to merciless gods that use us only for their amusement.” “So let’s kill everybody. It’s the only way we can get eternal rest.” Geoffriane pleaded. “There’s another way.” She pointed out. “I would never leave you to continue suffering eternally. If the world won’t die for you, then you die for the world. It is time for the Wild Hunt to end.”

“Jordan. And if you’re good with me killing your father, then we’re cool. Let’s go, slayer.” Dylan shakes his hand, and for a moment, there's a flicker of something...grief, guilt, maybe even relief on his face, but he swallows it down and follows us toward the hatch. I drop through the hatch, light orb in hand, and wait for Jordan. Dylan climbs in after, sealing the hatch behind us. I glance up at him, deadpan. “You seriously can’t come.” “That’s ridiculous,” he says with all the dramatic flair of a romantic hero. “We’re mates. The gods themselves paired us. Where you go, I go and besides, Jordan said we’re cool.”

I couldn't utter a word, I just sat there enveloped in the warmth and love of my friends. One month has passed since that dreadful night at the club. Justice and I don't speak unless it's necessary, he moved me into the Luna suite, and his mate/mistress shares his bedroom. I don't care anymore really, I've fallen out of love with him, but I'm still shackled to him because of outdated werewolf laws. This evening Justice is throwing Rose a birthday party, I'm here I have no choice but to attend as Luna of the pack. I walk around the reception hall looking for Randa, I heard that she had already arrived. I see her standing to the side by herself, looks like Gregory just left her there while he

Zoe yelled. Gun arched his brow and grinned. “Then move faster,” he said. Zoe wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks and shot a glare at Gun. “I can see your sharp gaze,” Gun uttered when he looked down at her since he was way taller than her. He has the same height as Helios. Even their body was alike. “Tell me the details later, Grant,” Zoe uttered coldly. Their steps were quick, and after a few minutes, they saw a black Jeep Wrangler. Grant walked towards the driver’s seat and started the engine while Gun opened the door at the back seat.

I finished for him. He nodded. “He doesn’t have any feelings for her, though.” “And why do you think I would care about that?” Because I did. I sooo did. He chuckled. “Because you look like you’re about to strike her down with the death stare you’re giving her.” That would be a really cool power to have. “You know…” Justice leaned against the bar, tossing the rag over his shoulder and clasping his hands together. “We could test the theory.” “What theory?” I asked, intrigued.

He looks nervous or maybe he isn't,just trying to fool us. I keep my face steady, but inside, I’m burning. Snake has been a brother for years. He was among the core members when we started Shadow Riders. He is someone I trusted with my life. If he’s the one who set me up, who got Hera shot, I don’t know what I’ll do. But I’m ready to find out. Ghost’s taking forever, and every second feels like a long wait . I keep thinking about Hera, her pale face, her weak smile, saying, “Live together.” I owe her revenge because justice is something that doesn't exist in our dark world. I am not stopping until I get it.

Giveon was stuck between trying to save Ciara and not picking a fight with Jason. Ghost was gonna reply, but then he heard her talking, communicating with the werewolf guy. He glanced sharply at her, but her lips wasn't moving. It had to be a mind-link. 'Kill him, Giveon. Please. Put a bullet through his skull,' Ciara pleaded through the mind-link. Ghost was hurting her. She would do anything to see him drop dead. 'I can't. Ryder gave an order. I'm not allowed to hurt him,' Giveon replied through the link.