Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Brody smiled. Curiosity getting the best of her, Hikaru asked boldly, "Who is the Sacrifice?" She asked. "Do you really want to know the answer to that?" Brody smiled wickedly. "You're so dramatic, brother. Who or what is the sacrifice? Anyone we know?" She asked, ice in her words. "The pups, of coarse. They will live for 72 hours, Jo and Chad will suck their Wolf Spirits out of them adding the twin's power, sharing bloodline gifts, and Eternal Royal, Nightshade life." Brody laughed, seeing Hikaru's mortified face.

However, it was not until they rounded the corner in front of him, that he discovered that this effort had not been necessary. Obscured in the murky light at the far end of the hall, her captivating yellow eyes gleamed as vividly as Horus remembered. The ghost pausing in her journey to behold her audience, Horus’s steps faltered as he met with the piercing gaze of Chiri Krane. His jaw dropping a little without his noticing, he regarded the phantom’s stoic manner and graceful movements trying to detect some inauthenticity to his conjured memory of her. Fearful that any sudden motions might provoke her to disappear back into the darkness she had emerged from, Horus progressed towards her slowl

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Screeching voices of the injured spirits deafened the nearby residents. Hue veered around, searching for the intruder. But, before he could pinpoint the intruder, his body was pushed back by a powerful air current. His body flew and slammed against a boulder. Hue removed his body from the boulder, feeling no pain, "Who dares to interrupt me? Do you not fear death in my hands?" He searched for the intruder among the clouds. "I dare you to do it because by the time you're sane, you'll be spending another life-time in confinement!" Horan appeared in mid-air and shot down at a high speed, launching another powerful blow of air towards the mad Hue.

Her eyes are looking distant as she spoke. " Hera...tte" . . . . " The goddess of Death." And that's when the realisation hits Zander like a truck and suddenly his legs feel too weak to carry his weight. Dropping on his knees, he stared at the dead bodies and blood around him to shake his head a no. His lips trembled as he spoke. " No...this is not possible..nooo...." " Nooooooooooooooo!"

If the crane shook its neck, it could toss the woman out of the carriage like a cannonball. Caspian roared. Using the Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows, his Ghoul-Locker Spear was as fast as lightning, piercing through the Golden Icebreaker Crane's head. Although the woman was saved, the next Golden Icebreaker Crane suddenly rushed down, and it abruptly slammed onto the fast-moving wheel, causing it to explode.

Mariam and Saadiya turned to her direction, watching her race non stop all the way to the window. "Who is here?" Saadiya asked, seemingly uninterested at first. Parvina leaped over the dresses which laid scattered on the floor due to Mariam's multiple selection and lack of choice and made for the window to look at the tall handsome man who had just stepped out of the sleek black Mercedes with an older man who stepped out from the other side.

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

"Grace, look at the snow. They aren't throwing plumes. They aren't using tracks." The Ghosts on the Ridge” I leaned toward the glass, my breath fogging the pane. Through the swirling vortex of ice and wind, three massive shapes materialized out of the white. They weren't armored trucks, and they weren't Vesper exoframes. They were the First Drafts.

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.