Ghost Rider Oc Novels & Stories

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

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.

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

He remember making love with her when he was drunkard, Owino left to go wait for them, he wanted some alone time with Angela, he wanted to clarify his doubts. He drove around searching for a Sabbath church but did not find, went home tired and disturbed. He didn’t tell anyone where he was leaving to. He screeched his car on the entrance, he didn’t hoot his horns, the maids were not around, opened his door and opened the gate for himself.

"The Queen has many friends in the studio, my friend. And she has already begun the 'rehearsals' for the final scene. If you want to get inside, you won't do it with a pack of forty bikers. You'll be spotted before you cross the Third Mainland Bridge." "Then how do we get in?" I asked, stepping forward. Kola looked at me, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "You are the Ghost Rider. The one they say has the 'spirit' of the machine. There is a stunt-call tomorrow for a new high-speed chase sequence. They are looking for riders who can handle the 'prototype.' If you can pass the audition, you get the pass." I looked at Dax, then at the silver key in my pocket. The plan was insane. It w

He shut his eyes tight and clenched his fist tightly in horror. The dream filled his head. What he could see was those dark shadows disappearing and the white angel flying away with Dae. He flicked opened his eyes. The vehicle reached a crypt and suddenly one of the hitchhiking ghosts hopped into the vehicle and people screamed at the top of their lungs. Soon the ghost disappeared. Aroon was now shivering and sweating uncontrollably and Oak noticed it.

With a thunderous crash, the G-Wagon pushed the Gurkha off the cliff—while it stopped just in time at the edge, one rear tire half-suspended in the air, but the vehicle held steady. At that moment, the setting sun burned like fire across the sky. The other Gurkhas hadn’t even reacted yet. Parked among jagged rocks, they faced off with the black G-Wagon—or rather, with Raina. She raised her head, glanced at the vehicles ahead, then shifted into drive. The next second, a black blur shot forward like lightning, ramming straight into one of the Gurkhas! Inside that Gurkha, though the driver wore black shades and his face was mostly hidden, his scalp tingled and his skin crawled. On instinct, he

A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless. The last terrorist had entered the vehicle and made to escape when she realigned her focus on one of the back tyres and made her shot. The truck lost motion and moved for a few metres before coming to a halt. One of the captives had freed himself in the midst of the commotion and was already helping the others out of their bondage when Oscar spoke. “I don’t blame you for what you did. It was the right thing to do, but you know what this means yeah?” “Yeah. My career is over.”

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.