Ghost Rider Real Name Novels & Stories

Romnick whispered, "Oh, this man has chosen death." Aiva nodded. "Respect." Adrian ignored them. His eyes remained on Cinthye. "I lied about everything else." That was honest. She appreciated honesty. Today she wanted answers. "Who are you?" The smile wiped off his face. The actor looked away, quietly answered. "My real name isn't Adrian Reyes." Adrian begins. "My name is Adrian Voss." "What?" "We probably heard wrong." Damien's voice came out dangerously calm. Adrian swallowed. "My father was your uncle."

“I am not sure I do not trust Martin. I had to change my hacker to a high-level advanced Hacker.” “Meaning what, babe?” she says. “Meaning that I saw this coming from the start, just never expected him to catch up with us so soon.” “Wait, how did you know about him?” “When Larry entered the prison, I was looking for someone to recruit, and I ran an analysis on Martin. Then when Santiago tracked a fake IP bridging our system, a black hat hacker did it. Santiago could not track where the connection was coming from. I then had to bring on an old friend of mine; he is the most dangerous hacker. I did not want to use him before because of his reckless ways. He goes by the name of Ghost. No one kn

The clever name went synonymously with the black magic lore of a wolf shifter. My formidable Dune motorcycle was altered to run silently, allowing me to sneak up on our Alpha, who was dismounting from his Harley. With my enhanced abilities, I could move through the air undetected, hiding in pockets of distortions that naturally occur in the web between the physical and biological landscape. I was untrackable, earning my nickname. “Holy shit!” Cyrus turned, ready for a fight, when I forced him into a hug. “Fuck, Ghost.” He relaxed, finally gripping me back. “God, I’ll never get used to that.”

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

My ego felt completely shattered. If I hadn't found out that night, I would have married him in two days without knowing another woman was pregnant with his child. I felt so wronged that he had carried out such an outrageous act and was somehow getting away with it. I suddenly had the urge for revenge. “What’s your real name?” I suddenly asked Ghost on our way back to the apartment. “Ghost, ma'am,” he replied curtly. “As in your birth name.” “I am sorry, ma'am, but I go by Ghost.”

“Can you trace it?” Ghost shrugged. “Eventually. It’ll take time. Whoever this guy is, he knows how to hide. But I got one thing.” He tapped the screen. “A name. Hector.” The room went still. Ciara’s breath caught. Cormac’s jaw tightened. Cedric muttered a curse under his breath. I felt Ciara’s hand brush mine not for comfort, but for confirmation. She already knew what that name meant. Ghost stood. “I’m going to start tearing through the reroutes. Might take hours. Might take days. But I’ll get him.”

He knew better than to argue so he just handed me the car keys before taking off. Like all the locations we had used in the past, this one was also hidden and isolated. No one was in the field, but I knew Gian was there. That was who he was. He was nicknamed Shadow because of how silently he moved even with the workers who knew him with another identity. I was parked for less than ten minutes when my car door opened and Gian slide into the passenger seat. “How did you manage to come to Italy? You could have sent a hidden message instead.” I looked at the man who was my brother from the same father but different mothers.

...... **Flashback**....... "What brings you here Señor Pattinson?” General Nikolas asked. "I'm here to reveal the truth you've been hunting, I know you've been suspecting. There's no Robert Pattinson, my real name is Santiago De León, the adopted son of Señor Santiago De León. I know you are going to ask me why I was hiding behind that identity." "Let's be honest if you were in my shoes you'd do the same when the entire world hates you because of your late father's past life. I couldn't stand the hate and all so I decided to change my identity, for myself and my family." He concluded.

"There was a man. He used to meet Patricia at the stables. Rough guy. Ex-military. He drove a 1998 Land Rover Defender. Metallic Blue." "Name?" I demanded. "I never got a name," Silas shook his head. "But I heard Patricia call him a nickname once. 'The Ghost'." My heart stopped. The Ghost. I looked at Sabrina. She looked pale. "Cole," she whispered. "Your father's head of security. The one who called in sick that night." My blood froze. Nick Blow. His nickname in the security detail was 'The Ghost' because he moved so silently and deadly.