Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Silas looked at the rift—the wound in reality that was still bleeding energy. "We jump," he said. "Again." "But this time," a new voice said, "you're going to have company." I turned around. Standing in the ruins was my father, Aris Vance. But he wasn't dust. He was a "Ghost-Code," a shimmering blue figure that looked like a hologram. He was holding a small, silver device—the same one he had used in the lab.

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.

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.

“We saw a scrap of material floating above his Hellhound and knew he had to be invisible. A few carefully aimed shots later, and he fell to the ground with an audible thump.” “We didn’t want to touch him without authorization,” added another, who sounded like he was part-snake. I clapped a hand over my mouth. Griff hadn’t checked his saddlebags. There were six in total, including the general, with their beasts of burden waiting at their sides. Two were white horses with manes of smoke, one was a black one burning red eyes with yellow flames for hair, and the other two looked to be some kind of rhinoceros chimeras that were shaped like triceratops. Then there was the fire-breathing drake.

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

She has a huge rack of antlers, larger than any deer in the human world and they look like they’re made of gold. ‘My Queen,’ the deer says, bowing to Lily. Lily walks up to her, inclining her head. “GoldMoon is the Ceryneian Hind of Greek mythology,” Lily tells us. Tanya gasps, but I don’t understand the reference. The giant deer turns her head to look at me. ‘Hello, hybrid.’ “Hello, GoldMoon.” Lily turns and looks at me. “Did she speak to you?” “Yes. Is that odd?” I ask.

I called out, wiping a streak of grease across my forehead. Viper leaned over the workbench nearby, his fingers flying across a holographic display that Harrison had smuggled into our last supply drop. "It’s the stabilizing tech, El. These bikes aren't just engines anymore. If the thermal dampeners aren't perfect, Silas’s satellites will pick up the heat signature before you even clear the treeline." These weren't just motorcycles. They were "Ghost-Bikes." After the arena, we realized we couldn't run in wolf form across the state.

"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.