Ghost Rider The Last Ride Novels & Stories

The ninety-eighth time, she indulged him after he killed our child. The ninety-ninth time, she indulged him and helped him evade justice. Vivian Blake really had only one chance left. The exhaust dust pulled me back to reality. Caleb once said he could only sit in the passenger seat, and he only didn't get carsick when Vivian drove. "Then let's use one chance. You can take a cab anyway." Ever since I nodded that time, Vivian's car had become his private ride. She no longer needed to ask me even once.

“Mom, I am giving you one last chance. Stop the car.” Morgan hung up. She told me to pull out the SIM card and throw it out the window. “Hold on tight.” She turned her head and looked at me with a deep, steady gaze. “Mira, I have not done much good in this life. Let this be the one good thing.” The engine let out a rough roar. Morgan pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The battered sedan shook as it surged forward. In the rearview mirror, the black SUV suddenly accelerated and closed in behind us.

She giggled when she was tickled by their flapping wings against her face. Theo smiled first before answering. Maddie takes away all his stress from ruling even with just her smile. "This is the sanctuary of the novis flam." Maddie turned around and her brows met as she cannot understand the last phrase Theo said. "The what?" Theo pointed to the fountain with his hand and Maddie followed it with her eyes. "The last flame." Maddie nodded before she looked at Theo. "Last? What do you mean by that?" Theo asked her to sit on the nearby bench. The guards are scattered around the place but no one is near them. Somehow they got some privacy which put Maddie at ease. She glanced at the fountain firs

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

I laugh and nod my head. We leave the pack house and he opens my door to his black Audi A6. He then gets into the driver side and after a quick drive we arrive at the restaurant. We walk inside and a nicely dressed hostess standing at a podium asks Noah for his name and guides us to our seats. This place is fancy.

Rooster and Gunther followed in their respective positions as they all managed to ride in formation when leaving the motel parking lot behind along with the still slumbering blonde whom, Brick had his way with one last time before their collective departure. Gearhead, Riffraff, Doc, Ironclad, and Taz followed on their respective bikes with Ironclad heading up the rear to watch their collective backs as Goldie clung to Taz's body via her seat on the back of his bike. She seemed to enjoy the fast pace and open air almost as much as Taz had.

I explained to him. He thought about it and accepted soon, “okay! But promise me that you will come back. Don’t try to be a hero. I will not be able to answer Fiarra if anything happens to you. I will be responsible for it.” Jacob was mad but he still managed to hide it. “I promise!” Later that day, we prepared for our departure. When it was dawn, the whole team left in the cars to the dead end point of the road of our journey. We all stepped out from our vehicles and looked around for a way to cross the dead end.

“You think it’s the same network?” He shook his head slowly. “Not the same. A variation. Maybe… a shard.” “Fragment,” Emma said softly. Nolan froze, eyes narrowing. “You saw that word again?” “Not again. But I don’t think it was a glitch. I think it was a warning.” Before he could respond, Lira stepped onto the balcony. She carried a small holo-projector, which she activated with a flick of her wrist. A grainy recording appeared in the air between them—shaky footage from a marketplace in Marrakesh.

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

“Jenna, please let me explain. Last night, I…” I did not slow down or look at him. I simply walked around him and headed for the bus stop nearby. Behind me, he kept calling my name in a panic. I ignored him. I got on the bus heading toward Willow Lane. The bus was nearly empty. I took out the torn recipe from my bag and turned it over. On the back, my mother had written an address before she died: The corner of Willow Lane, Rosie’s Pasta Kitchen. The bus swayed through two stops before I got off near Willow Lane. Following the address, I found an old pasta place. There was a paper sign taped to the glass door.