Ghost Rider Mexicano Novels & Stories

She raised her healthy arm and pressed her palm against the window glass. Eric swallowed and ignored her, eyes fixed. The sun was shining brightly, burning what remained of the early morning chill. Eric reached down and turned the air conditioner down. He will pull down the window when there are not too many people around who can hear the Kitten cry for help. He had to abandon this car as well, in case the Doctor broke his promise and the Mexican Law Enforcement Officers started looking for them. He had a few hundred dollars on him, and a few hundred pesos, a help from the Dr. They weren't enough to bribe the police, but enough for a mid-level troublemaker. Even so, the sooner they get to Tu

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Hanging up the call, I approached Miguel and Gwen as William’s men trailed behind us. “Welcome in my hometown,” Miguel declared, spreading his arms in the air as we all headed out the hangar. Mexico was warmer than Texas, but the kind of warmth that felt like home. This was the kind of weather that you would want to have if you would go to a beach or something like that. Trees were planted everywhere, as the wind swept across our face. As soon as we went out of the hangar, there was a car parked on the roadside. It was a white Rover and there was also the BMW one which looked smaller.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

"The Queen has many friends in the studio, my friend. And she has already begun the 'rehearsals' for the final scene. If you want to get inside, you won't do it with a pack of forty bikers. You'll be spotted before you cross the Third Mainland Bridge." "Then how do we get in?" I asked, stepping forward. Kola looked at me, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "You are the Ghost Rider. The one they say has the 'spirit' of the machine. There is a stunt-call tomorrow for a new high-speed chase sequence. They are looking for riders who can handle the 'prototype.' If you can pass the audition, you get the pass." I looked at Dax, then at the silver key in my pocket. The plan was insane. It w

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

Dryann opened the car door, his eyes glinting with resolve. “Mexico.”

"Let's start over with a new atmosphere." The first thing Rosalia did was open the garage instead of going into the house and putting her belongings in. She coughed as the thick dust rushed into the air. "Mom and Dad must not expect their daughter would own her house and open a motor garage." Rosalia smiled slightly before actually entering. "Not that bad." Not before she heard the sound of the rumbling that was getting closer. That made her come out in a hurry. "What was that?" Rosalia saw a large group of bikers coming from the high land behind the cliff. They were the 'Street Ghosts' that always roamed these desert town roads. They were the rulers of the road in Sedona, Arizona.

Tracia's echoes through the hallway of the hospital, sending people's ears high; each person who looked back to see who it was gave Mia a quick recognition from afar. "Tracy... Tracy." Mia screamed on top of her tiny voice as she approached us; she raced to her, gave her a warm side hug beside me, avoiding her shoot-out belly, "Are you going to give birth today? She asked, teasing Tracia into a quick joke, "Your belly is bigger than what I saw last on video call." She declared sharply, I remain calm, cool, and frozen behind Tracia. I reminisced on the contractor in the movie "Ghost Rider by Nicholas Cage." I played along with her neglect; I put on a black face cap, which transformed me into

She can be scary at times, and I nod my head at her. “Come on.” I say as I press the implant on my wrist and my image changes again. I walk towards my bike and mount it. Next stop is Mexico. The home of the Cartel.