Ghost Rider Real Name Novels & Stories

"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.

With his husky voice, he said, “I didn’t expect to meet a number of guests for tonight.” I returned a smirk and said, “You’re quite flashy, aren’t you, Little Violet Riding Hood?” “Isn’t he called, ‘White Trickster of the Night’?” Cara asked. “No,” I simply replied. “Little Violet Riding Hood was my father’s name for him. Isn’t that right, Ghost Hand?” “Yeah,” he agreed. “That detective is quite a pain in my ass.” “Well, that detective is not here so let’s not talk about him!” shouted the detective wannabe. I couldn’t help but snicker. “Do you think that’s funny?”

A coded signal, one only a handful of people would recognize. His childhood trainer was alive. And he had information. --- The Trainer from the Past Dino’s childhood had been shaped by brutality. While Alejandro had been groomed to lead Sanchez’s empire, Dino had been trained in secret—by a man known only as "The Ghost." He had no real name, no identity, just a reputation. A former military strategist turned mercenary, The Ghost had been brought in by Sanchez years ago to train Dino in combat, strategy, and survival.

I opened the door thinking it was Alex and to my surprise, it was a blonde-haired lady with two hefty men. "Hello, is Alex in?" she asked. "And who are you? " I asked, and she smiled, looking offended. "The cabin belongs to the Yellow moon pack, right?" She asked. "Who are you?" I repeated. I wasn't about to give information to a total stranger. "If you insist. My name is Hilda Carter, daughter of Beta Dillard Carter and chosen mate of future Alpha Alex Wildbreed."

Creed unintentionally caught them off guard and scared them with a sudden chase. Technically, Cursed Stallion should belong to 'Phantom' for killing the Malaka Chieftain, haunted along with everyone else. Fortunately, None of them knew Phantom's real identity, so it all worked out in Creed's favor. He had decided to reveal the Cursed Stallion as his mount on the hunt, whereas whenever he would mount the identity of a Phantom, he would just stick to his Inca Wings. Both of his personas now had their own separate and unique trademark modes of commute, which is exactly what he wanted others to see.

Ryder closed the distance between them, concern etched on his features, “You’re driving through these paths, meeting all these people and you’re going to tell me you don’t remember anything, Jason? Anything at all?” His jaw hardened, and his bluish-grey eyes shot daggers at Ryder, “My name is Ghost for the last time...” “What the hell is Ghost? Really? Do you think your mother named you Ghost? Do you not wonder about your past? Your family? You’re not a Carianno...” “Don’t you dare speak about my fa...” He said through gritted teeth. Three black cars, pulled up behind them suddenly, drawing their attention to it.

' The real name of Ervin was Mark Lenova. And the earlier name for Koninklijk was Veramiyan. Nerova's POV I hate when people try to hide their money and gold even when they have more than enough. Well, maybe that's why God sent me to get that money back the unnecessary money from these misers. By the way, I'm Mark Lenova. People like to call me half Robin Hood. Half because I loot money but I keep all the stuff and benefits with me, I hate sharing my effort's gold.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

But with this dazzling young man who had just saved me from my poor excuse of a father, I desired to be protected. I wanted to be a girl for him. “Can I ask you a question?” He chuckled. “You just did. . .but go ahead.” “What’s your name? Your real name.” Ghost fell silent. His jaw ticked and his eyes glazed with anger. He placed me on the backseat of his car, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. His face inched close to mine. “You don’t wanna know, Ginevra.” ‘I want to. That’s why I asked.’

"Rowan is someone who offended me six years ago. I searched everywhere I could for him to get him punished but learned he was in jail later on." Six years ago? What could that bastard have done to Rhys too? I wondered. "Don't be too surprised by what I'm about to say. Because I've been meaning to tell you about it for a while now." "Okay..." I urged on. "My real name is actually Rhys Connor Jones, not Rhys West. I'm the infamous, illegitimate and oldest son of the chairman of JK's Tech Ltd." My lips fell apart once again. "JK's Tech of Atlanta, Georgia? Oh My Gosh! What happened to you?"