Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Havermouth, Present Time “Poor Harry,” Meguitte said as she and Connery watched as her vampire sibling and their mate crossed to their vehicle. It was one of the requisitioned NES vehicles, she noted. A sensible choice as it reduced the risk of them being stopped by the Van Helsings as they entered Trayrock.

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

I barked, my hybrid core flaring into a white-hot fury that burned away the cold terror in my veins. "Lyra, no!" he bellowed, reaching for me, but I was already moving. I didn't step onto a bridge. I launched myself straight off the edge of the glass platform into the open, freezing air of the chasm. As the wind whipped past my ears, deafening and cold, I unleashed the full, unbridled torrent of my hybrid fire from the fused gold runes on my palms. Two searing streams of white-gold thermal force blasted downward from my hands, acting as an explosive kinetic counter-thrust that halted my freefall mid-air.

I looked up to see Roghd’s reaction. “Hmm” He murmured while slowly untangling his long black beard. It was speckled with flecks of shades of gray. At almost seventy years old Roghd was still as fit as his son who was barely twenty-two. “Why would you want to do that?” Jace stared at me with an intense stare of pure bewilderment. “I need answers. This could be my only chance. The gates haven’t opened in fifteen years. Who knows if they ever will again”

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

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.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him, trying to avoid the flying bullets. Amidst the chaos, Ghost lost his grip on Ciara. Before he could turn around to react, he saw her being pulled away toward a large black van, a hand over her mouth. His eyes flashed red, he tried to get to her, but there was a lot of gunfire. He fisted his hands, his eyes slowly turned amber, and just when he was about to let go, he felt a grip on his shoulders. “Not today, Ghost,” Ryder whispered in a small voice to him.

Indicating the lost souls around her. Ava shook her head. “A few souls that aren’t afraid to stand up against you.” Her eyes became dark, as thoughts came rushing through her head. “Is it true, you’re the Blackie from a time long past?” “As true as you’re Starlight, Princess of the Unicorns.” The statement had caused many ghosts within the graveyard to make gasping sounds. As many glanced between the dragon figure, they knew. Along with the lady that became known as a unicorn.

Sasha parried Ganzorig’s blows as the bounty hunter attempted to follow up on the unconscious Temujin. It was now Ganzorig’s Flaming Fist vs. Sasha’s Armored Sleeve. Sparks flew and ice crackled as fist met fist. Ganzorig brought down his chain whip with his left hand and Sasha barely had time to jump back. The weapon ploughed through the wood of the deck, making a long, narrow crack.