Ghost Rider Real Name 소설 & 이야기

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

...... **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.

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.”

I asked the photographer politely referring to Sapphirus. "You're right, I'm a snake and I'm venomous. My real name is Brigor Sapphirus Griffin, my last name Griffin means dangerous."

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.

He wouldn’t have needed to use his Prince title if Prince York was gone. His true name was Dragon Silva, the genuine dragon!

“Ghost is careful. He doesn’t trust people easily. But he has a network people in high places, people you wouldn’t expect.” Matteo scoffed. “That is not news.” Viktor gave a weak smile. “I wasn’t finished.” He looked at Adrian. “There is a man, someone close to him. No one knows his real name, but they call him Specter. He is Ghost’s right hand.” Adrian’s fingers tapped against his knee. “And what does Specter do?” Viktor’s lips twitched. “Everything Ghost doesn’t want to do himself.” Rosco spoke for the first time. “Where do we find him?”

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.

He took off his helmet, revealing a chiseled face and dark blond hair. I was a little surprised. This legendary driver, who had made a name for himself across Europe, was so young. I gave him a bold smile. "I trust my instincts." My directness sparked a flicker of interest in his eyes. He took off his racing gloves and extended his right hand. "Good eye. I'm Ryder." "Liliana." He took my hand, his grip firm but brief, a perfect gentleman's touch. "With an eye like that, interested in taking a lap?"