Ghost Rider Oc Novels & Stories

I shrieked, my teeth bared in a primal, animalistic snarl as the fragile ember of hybrid fire in my chest flared in response to the blinding light below. "You aren't leaving me," he growled back, his amber eyes locking onto the dark shadow hovering directly above us. "You’re anchoring me." The gargoyle reached the limit of its drop. Rearing back on its massive hind legs, its featureless brass head tilted downward, its jaw splitting open to reveal a massive, high-pressure liquid-aether nozzle designed to flush the shaft with superheated slag. Before the mechanical nozzle could ignite, the beast lunged, its massive brass weight descending directly toward the space we occupied.

Just a man. Luca stared at him, eyes widening slowly. “Riven… your eyes.” Riven blinked. The world steadied. “What about them?” “They’re—” Luca swallowed. “They’re normal.” No amber glow. No shadows curling at the edges of his vision. The Ghost was gone. A sound tore through the church then—boots, shouts, weapons being raised. Wolf burst through a side door with three riders behind him, guns sweeping the room. He froze when he saw them.

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.

The fourth member could ride with Goldman in the cruiser. When the ground crew surrounded the plane to prepare it for the passengers to get off, Goldman and Williamson drove their vehicles to it. Williamson backed up the wagon. He jumped out. Goldman got out of the cruiser. They stood side by side as they waited for the crew to get out. Two officers from the MPD walked off the plane first. Then, the elusive S.O.B himself, Ghost, came down the stairs. He had grown blond hair, but those eyes of his were still piercing blue. He wore an orange jumpsuit, he was cuffed, and his ankles were shackled. It was a damn good sight to see.

"Damian, I need the 'Crossover' interceptor. Now!" The Logic-Gate of the Chase The chase through the narrow, winding streets of Ocracoke was a "Labyrinth" of near-misses. Ethan drove a "Recycled" black motorcycle, leaning into the curves with a "Ruthless" disregard for his own "Functional" safety. He wasn't a "Millionaire in Disguise" anymore; he was the "Furious Youth" who had survived the subways, fueled by a "Possessive" need to reclaim what was his.

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

Then she understood what she was seeing — the explosion contained, theatrical almost, the specific visual signature of something designed to look spectacular rather than something designed to actually kill, now firing uselessly into empty air exactly where Dante's car would have been if her stolen fifteen seconds hadn't bought him the distance to walk away first. The crowd, utterly unaware of what they'd actually just watched, surged forward against the barriers in a wave of screaming, delighted disbelief — Ghost, returning after five years, finishing the race in first place, and capping the entire legend with a car that exploded into flame the instant he cleared it, the single most spectacu

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.