Novel & Cerita Ghost Rider

Riders coasting to a halt in the dark, in a forest that was now completely black to them because their light amplification was also gone. Xander watched it from thirty feet up in a tree, his heartbeat slow and his skin entirely human. He’d forbidden the shift; he wanted them cold and quiet, ghosts in the machine. He waited until the third engine stalled. Then he dropped. They'd grown up in it, trained in it, run it in the dark for years. The ghost unit riders had expensive equipment that had stopped working and eyes that hadn't adjusted to darkness because they'd been relying on the HUDs to handle that. It wasn't a fight. It was a disassembly.

CHAPTER 55: THE NORTH SPIRE DROP The Syndicate "Ghost-Skiff" felt less like a vehicle and more like a coffin wrapped in jet engines. It was a stripped-back, aerodynamic needle of matte-black carbon fiber, built for one thing only: high-speed infiltration of the Spire’s restricted airspace. I sat in the cockpit, the harness cutting into my shoulders, my silver-mercury wings folded so tightly against my spine they felt like a second, cold skeleton.

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 hate myself for considering that some part of me is relishing the prospect of igniting that board… even if it burns him up too. "What's in the coin?" I insist. A pause. "Truth," they answer brusquely. And they're off—gliding into the darkness so fast my eyes can't track the motion. I turn back to Pandora. "Can you track them?" "Already trying," she snarls, tapping at her comm. "But whoever they are? They are Ghosts.". I look back at Cassian. His lids are half-closed, yet his gaze remains fixed on me.

“If you blow the spine, you blow an empty vein. If you don’t, I cut it anyway and take the data with me.” “The antidote,” he said, and the word sounded like a lover’s name he’d lost. “Isn’t an antidote anymore,” she said. Ghost shouted—Snake snarled—one of the hybrids went over the rail in a flourish of sparks and a sound like breath leaving a thousand throats at once. The other latched to the ceiling and crawled toward the panel on spidery limbs, faster than a human could aim and uglier than a machine should be allowed to be.

As the energy cannon was deployed, the middle-aged man pointed in front of them in astonishment. "S-Sir… What is that?" he asked. It wasn't just him. Everyone in the cockpit saw it. They saw a large shadow flying out from the side of Earth at high speed. It arrived in front of their spaceship in the blink of an eye. Despite not being as big as the spaceship, it was still terrifying. "Oh, no! It's the Ghostgator! The Voidmaster is hiding here!" The purple-haired old man recognized what it was at a glance. They were all terrified.

Faster than lightning, moving like a ghost, everywhere and nowhere at once. "We've only built eight Ghostler stealth aircraft. They are one of our clan's greatest technological achievements. But speed's just the start—Ghostlers are also armed to the teeth. "Aside from the Quark Warbot, just about every advanced weapon system we've got has been packed into this thing. "Gideon, I'm lending you this one. So, don't get reckless. If you break it, don't expect me to be nice about it." Gideon wasn't even listening. He was already climbing inside, way too excited to wait. He slipped into the pilot's seat in the control room.

I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I’ll count to ten," he said, "If that contract isn’t signed by the t

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.

She remained on her knees as their howling calls rang out around her, as they rode round and round her on their skeletal horses. It felt so wrong, the Wild Hunt had no business in Faerie. Their commander stopped his horse in front of her, leaped down and came towards her. She couldn't see his face beneath that hat but she felt the familiarity of his energy and she knew it was the same Ghost rider she had been speaking to before now. "What is the meaning of this?" She gritted out, strengthening her voice to hide any trace of fear. "It is time Shinay." He said; that cursed, wretched title.