Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

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

She said, looking at a guy. The guy is riding a Black big moto that I don’t know what Is it called, every girl that is in front of the gate started to give him away and some of them were squealing. The guy took off his helmet and got off his motor and looked at her at my car directly and started walking towards us. “Who---” “He is Chaos Spencer, a son of a well-known Business man just like you, and just like his name chaos is always following him.” Krishane said, still staring at the guy who stopped at the window near me and knocked.

He still remembered what had happened to Jake's sister's birthday party. Creed was hoping that they would have to go through the hyperspace tunnel in orbit to reach planet Mocca. However, Mira landed the Car on an airstrip on the terrace of a huge building. At the end of the airstrip waited a huge circular hollow gate releasing a buzzing static. It was a God's Heritage privately owned teleporter that connect Zerg to Mocca. Mira put her leg on the pedal. The car went past the gate at full speed and disappeared inside the dense cavity of the hyperspace.

“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.

Someone shouted. "It is indeed a ghost shadow!" "I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to see it!" Unexpectedly, they were able to see the long-vanished 'Ghost Shadow' on a racing track in America! Nate was even so excited that he jumped up! He would go to all the racing races around the world, and he liked Ghost Shadow's car skills. Wild, domineering, and invincible on the racing track. He couldn't stop the excitement inside him and hugged and kissed Eric next to him.

She vaguely heard Paoli talking to the pilot about separate transportation for Amber, then he was on one side of her and William was on the other. A small car awaited them, but even that didn't deter from the feeling of leaving reality behind. She sat in the back seat with William and Paoli took shotgun. She stared out at the darkened countryside and thought about every vampire movie she'd ever seen as the car made the short trip to the castle. They drove over an honest-to-God drawbridge and pulled through what once would have been a small village, to arrive at the doorway to the castle. William and Paoli flanked her again as they approached the massive doors; the gravel crunching beneath th

Below, masked drivers and souped-up engines prowled like wolves in heat. “Tell me you’re not actually going down there,” Lydia said, crossing her arms as the wind whipped at her curls. Isla didn’t answer immediately. She was watching the gates open—watching the way the crowd shifted when one figure stepped onto the asphalt. A racer in a matte black helmet. Moonshadow. “Still undefeated?” she asked. “Still untouchable,” Lydia said. “And still wondering where you went.” Isla’s lips twitched faintly. “Then let’s give him something to wonder about.”

Anastasia “He got you a bike? Are we talking ‘toto we’re not in Kansas anymore’ or hell rider?” “It’s Ghostrider. Don’t disrespect the Cage like that. It’s a luxury bike, Eva.” I folded my legs under my bottom and took a healthy swig of wine. Evangeline mirrored my movements through the screen of my tablet, raising hers in healthy salute before chugging it down with the grace of a werewolf princess. “Okay, so she’s a Ducati Diavel and she’s red. Like bright, traffic-stopping red. It looks like something a fantasy villain would ride. It’s perfect,” I released a sigh.

She then picked up her purse and turned off the lights before leaving the room. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! She found her ride already parked on a corner beside her apartment building block. She walked gingerly on her six inch high heel towards the grey Toyota Camry, opened the door and entered the vehicle. Mike lowered his sunglasses and stared at her from the rear mirror. “Someone’s looking extra hot this evening.” “Shut your big ass mouth and drive.” “Ok ma’am.” He replied mockingly.

Take your positions, stay alive, and good luck. To my astonishment, everyone rushed to their posts. For anyone who had never been to the packhouse, they knew the pack well. Snipers were up on roofs and at other strategic points. Others sought to remain invisible in nature. Two vampires disappeared at a speed that seemed like teleportation, approaching the border. That little woman walks up to my dad and sits beside him, giggling when she looks at me. A dragon shifter shifts and goes up in the sky. The woman started an enchantment, and he became invisible. Some other witches began to enchant the packhouse, making it invisible to rogues. I didn't know if it would work because I continued to se