Ghost Rider Red Hulk Novels & Stories

I clenched my thighs together as my core heat up from just looking at this man and his eyes did not miss that movement as he gave me a smirk. I cleared my throat trying to act like I was not affected by him as I took a sip out of my drink. "And who said I was alone?" I asked nonchalantly giving him my full attention as I crossed my legs together. He brought his face closer to mine and I held my breath as he whispered "I can tell" He whispered before sweeping his tongue across his soft lips. He leaned back on his chair as he eyes my body. "You look stunning in red," He whispered gulping down his drink. "But you'll look even better riding my dick."

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.

Kiran waved his hand without even seeing who it was. "Be careful, Redwood!" The Gu Mistress shouted a warning as she swiftly approached Kiran like lightning. Boom, boom! Two explosion-like sounds filled the air. Kiran stood his ground, unmoved, but now two dark figures stood before him — the Gu Mistress and the person she called Redwood. Redwood resembled a giant gorilla covered in long, disgusting hair. Even more repulsive, his body was crawling with living creatures. Redwood's eyes, shining brightly, seemed to ponder why they hadn't killed Kiran yet.

The only thing different about them was that they needed human flesh to survive. Most humans saw ghouls as parasites, most ghouls saw humans as walking live stock; the usual. The ghouls were exactly like the humans internally and externally so they hid in plain sight, some even being so passive that they lived just like the humans did, devouring off dead flesh instead. Those were known as the pacifist ghouls. All ghouls possessed enhanced strength, regeneration and speed, their eyes morphing into a ravenous red when they transform, allowing their ghoulish nature to be dominant.

I asked, already dreading the answer. “Hawk is dead,” Xander said. “We have to get moving,” Odysseus said urgently. He was addressing Devin, Arya, and Xander, but we all heard it. “I know you grieve the warlock, but the hydra’s heads are already beginning to grow back. We need to be gone.” He was right. We all knew it. But Hawk had been with us since the first battle against the Riding Hoods. Walking away from his body felt wrong.

I tried to look as attractive as possible just to get Ariella's attention but this beast showed up. “Give me my gun," I said to the driver who was a little hesitant until I shouted. “Boss this could be risky," he warned. “What about this?" I asked, pointing it in his head since he was being too negative. “Boss, please forgive me," he begged, and I then placed the gun back. “Should I take you back to the house?" he asked. "No take me to the hotel, I'll be meeting Marcus,” I responded before the car started.

All of a sudden, Biggy and Scarlet took to the air and charged forward, moving at a speed that was beyond comprehensible. Elder Goulding struck out a palm, and a red and vicious glow shot out of it. Red color. Elder Goulding was a man with Grade A Genes. When Elder Goulding stood beside Biggy and Scarlet, the scene was instantly filled with ghostly apparitions. "Puu!" After a few seconds, Elder Goulding spurted out a mouthful of blood. Subsequently, Elder Goulding was sent more than ten meters backward. Nevertheless, his eyes were locked on Biggy and Scarlet like magnets.

She was riding on the giant’s shoulder, her eyes glowing a dark, oily black. "The red smoke wasn't a bomb, Hazel," the Ghost whispered in my ear. "It was a key. And I’m the one who’s going to turn it in." She twisted the blade, and I felt my heart stop.

She hid behind a parked car then took out her phone, turned on her camera and started taking video of the whole thing. Natasha was in her Viper suit, fighting alongside the Pink Projectile and the mysteriously familiar woman in red. All of them were facing off against the hooded figure. It was pretty hectic trying to keep up with all the intense action as cars got blown up, buildings being smashed and the very fast movements of the three speedsters.

"The eastern sea-wolves have spent three decades breeding their packs in the sulfur trenches of the deep shelf. They don't use standard silver; they coat their hulls in leviathan oil to resist the thermal currents. If we try to burn them at the harbor line, the green fire will only wash off their bow-irons." "Then we don't burn the hulls, Killian," I rasped, my voice dropping into that chilling, double-toned sovereign resonance that made the water in the surrounding silver goblets ripple. I leaned over the volcanic glass, my palms flattening against the cold surface. The moment my skin touched the obsidian, the royal hybrid power in my blood exploded. The iridescent golden-red aura flared ou