Ghost Rider The Last Ride Novels & Stories

Evelyn and the driver hits the car window so hard trying their best to force the door open in tears. Brianna opens her palms to one of the men and he brings out a lighter and gives it to her and she turns the lighter on and and throws it on car and the car began to burn while Evelyn and the driver began to scream out so hard. The groom and his family, the bride family are worried, Brianna mom already crying with people trying to console her that Brianna will be here soon while the car kept burning and Evelyn and the driver crying for help. Brianna ordered the men to push the car into the valley which her men goes to push the car into the valley while the car kept burning, she stood and watch

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she

A combination of outrage and sadness rips through me from head to toe, letting out an angry thunderclap and throat that seems to startle or frighten the animal enough to push it back. Finally the entrance is closed and we can go back with the goal that Blossom, appearing in the moment, ends the line of rowan debris and the apparition pilot is 100% restricted to our little otherworldly jail. “Come on!” “Come on!” I hear Roman yell and dodge as Blossom walks past the lodge to warn Loren that from now on she can remove the lightning rod. Ghost Rider carries one hand to his firearm holster, lowering his head when he doesn't feel his weapon. I made it a point to take him out before he strayed awa

I never took risks, never did anything that could jeopardise everything I am doing to survive, I spent my time working and then going home to my small one bed apartment, and even at work I took no risks, accepting a job in a back office; where I would see no one and no one to see me. you may be wondering why I take no risks, why live on take out and microwave meals, it's because I can't afford to be found, my parents did everything they could to hide me. To keep me out of the place I know is out there, to keep me away from the supernatural. Not because I wasn't one of them, but because I was the last of my kind. the last phoenix shifter. Many believe my kind is lost and perhaps we are, my p

"This will be all over before you know it, sweetheart." *** Thirty minutes on the ride, and the three of us reached the destination — Ellis' residence. The lights are bright yellow and music, loud. Of course they would be playing the tracks of Zenith. It is one way of promoting their sons, who wouldn't be proud of the brothers? The party is being held at their backyard, considering it is spacious and the pool can entertain the guests. Everyone is welcome, in my own honest opinion. There are faces here which I haven't seen, well that is the Lang Group for you.

"Sam, you scared me when you yelled! Oh no, I messed up again! Jess, are you hurt? I'm sorry! It's my fault, I'm so easily scared that I can't even hold onto the bike…" Samson moved her aside, picked up the bike, and bent down to check on me. "Are you okay? Celia didn't mean it, don't pin the blame on her." I shook my head and turned away, my expression full of bitterness. That was when I noticed all my things scattered on the ground, my resignation letter backup and plane ticket lying right on top.

Loneliness and grief hang in the air, a pungent scent that makes my head spin. “How did you know that name?” I heard myself say. It hit me right then; I was dreaming of my past. Something that has never happened since I woke up in my sleep. Slowly, three candle wicks had been lit, barely bereaving the darkness as the wax burned. As the lights grew brighter, the face of the man holding a small trident-like brass candle holder came into view, Prince Andrei, the last living Lycan. His eyes were watercolor gray, washed of light and hope. He met my gaze, and mist instantly brimmed on the tip of his eyes.

she asked, positioning herself behind the solid wood of the porch railing where she'd have cover and a clear view of the approaching riders. "We're about to find out," Jax replied, though his stance relaxed slightly as the lead bike came into view. "It's Ghost. But he's not alone, and he didn't call ahead." The motorcycles roared into their peaceful clearing like a invasion force, engines cutting out in unison as six men dismounted. Ghost led the group, his pale face grim, while behind him came faces Raven recognized from their war days—Diesel, Viper, Hawk, and two newer prospects she didn't know.

He nods as he quickly escorts me out to his ranch, leaving Hale behind. But as expected, she runs behind us, yelling not to be left behind. His horses appear pretty fat and healthy, well fed for a long ride back home. “I'm riding alone.” “I saw that coming. So I wasn't planning to ride together with you, either.” Hale replies. I know she might have psyched my head. But I don't actually care. She can have her way. I grab a horse, and Hale's friend saddles it for me, making sure it's strapped properly before we move.

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.