Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

he said, waving his hand. "Nice to meet you too," we both replied. "We better leave now so we will arrive at the Gold Coast early. Heath, help Shiloh wear the headset glitch," Uncle Jethro said and he moved in front of the chopper beside the pilot. I put on a headset on me. I also fasten her seatbelt. After I was done with her, I put on my headset and fastened my seatbelt. "Ready, guys?" That's Uncle Jethro's voice.

With a thunderous crash, the G-Wagon pushed the Gurkha off the cliff—while it stopped just in time at the edge, one rear tire half-suspended in the air, but the vehicle held steady. At that moment, the setting sun burned like fire across the sky. The other Gurkhas hadn’t even reacted yet. Parked among jagged rocks, they faced off with the black G-Wagon—or rather, with Raina. She raised her head, glanced at the vehicles ahead, then shifted into drive. The next second, a black blur shot forward like lightning, ramming straight into one of the Gurkhas! Inside that Gurkha, though the driver wore black shades and his face was mostly hidden, his scalp tingled and his skin crawled. On instinct, he

The clever name went synonymously with the black magic lore of a wolf shifter. My formidable Dune motorcycle was altered to run silently, allowing me to sneak up on our Alpha, who was dismounting from his Harley. With my enhanced abilities, I could move through the air undetected, hiding in pockets of distortions that naturally occur in the web between the physical and biological landscape. I was untrackable, earning my nickname. “Holy shit!” Cyrus turned, ready for a fight, when I forced him into a hug. “Fuck, Ghost.” He relaxed, finally gripping me back. “God, I’ll never get used to that.”

''I thought that dude was put to death after the Tony's murder case. Miriam looked in Ben's direction and kept mute while she listened out for more from Ben's reaction. ''Oh-oh, wait, I think I got this figured out,'' he said anxiously, ''you mean Jack's ghost has been roaming the town making meat of people?'' ''But Jack's not dead. He was hijacked by some mafias from team 404 on their way to execution through the Gobi dessert.'' ''Oh-oh, that son of a gun!'' Ben remarked startled . ''He probably arranged his own kidnap. Let me get this straight; he murdered Kasidy in that hotel?''

A small blue light was released into her and she gasped before fainting. I can’t believe it. Syria was a traitor. I searched the crowd for Brock but I can’t find him. I try to mindlink him but I couldn’t sense him anywhere nearby. It was like he just disappeared. Gritting my teeth, I looked down at the ground when I see a pair of black leather boots stop in front of me. I looked up and “Hybrid,” he mutters as if the very word was venom in his mouth. He glares down at me with the same look in his eyes since I got here, and I can’t help but wonder why.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Bradley woke up, but I was invisible to him, he couldn’t hear me as I said his name or see me, even when I snapped my fingers in front of his face. All of a sudden, a bunch of animals came running towards him. Mostly reptiles, including one exceptionally large brown and tan colored rattlesnake, which slithered right through me as if I were a ghost and attacked Bradley, it enlarged in size, and it sunk its fangs into his neck and wrapped itself around his body.

I can just gander at them from far off and couldn’t help but to recall how this scene was extremely recognizable to me. I perceived how Miracle soul isolated from her body and when our eyes met, I saw her disarray, perhaps like any other souls I come across, she wondered who I am—a question I’ve been pondering for so long yet I was unable to gather the right answer. The only fact I know is that I am not a mermaid but with only a simple touch, I can make someone forget about me. I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people’s bodies, to a different scenario, to a different timeline.