Ghost Rider The Last Ride Novels & Stories

Then—just as Sebastian stepped through the Hartwell gates—he ran straight into Vivian, who'd been waiting impatiently for Nathan and Nathan Jr. And in that moment, the system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind: [Mission complete. Transmission initiating now.] A blinding white light flashed, and my soul vanished from this world without a trace. Sebastian's body went rigid. His eyes reddened without warning. "After everything," he whispered, "you still wouldn't give me a chance." He shoved past the stunned Vivian and walked away, never looking back. Vivian barely had time to process the shock of seeing my corpse—before she found herself staring into Nathan's bloodshot, terrifying eyes.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

One day, Arsenio suddenly looked at me with a mysterious smile and said, "Tonight, I'm taking you to see the aurora." I froze for a second, then quickly came to my senses. Medhel was located in the mid-latitude. How could they possibly see an aurora here? I looked at him in confusion, my eyes full of questions. But Arsenio only smiled, his eyes shining with anticipation and excitement. "You'll see when we get there." - Night fell. Arsenio took my hand and led me to an open field. It was incredibly quiet around us, with only the occasional sounds of insects coming from the distance. I looked around curiously, still trying to figure out what exactly he was up to in my mind.

I remember all this while sipping a glass of wine, the best wine in Latin America, we were in Mexico looking for evidence of the Llorona, and I had the idea that that spirit was a Banshee, a female spirit that announces death according to Irish mythology. "Sir, we found information about the Alpha experiment" a man indicated to me as he approached me from behind. I was enjoying the view in the warm place, I look at him sideways and then fold my arms. "I have been falsely led several times to my Alpha experiment, I don't think this one is very real unless there is proof of it" I clarify to the young man. He shows me an image on his phone of a business and automotive advertisement which catche

As if in response to his question, in the distance, he heard a loud howl and recognized it immediately. It was Blade. "Son of a b*tch!" River swore. "Allen, double the number of warriors, and make it as quick as possible." "We're headed that way, Alpha. But what are we looking for?" River didn't even want to formulate the response, but he knew he had to. "Ellie's car is wrecked. I can't find her. I hear Blade and his a*sholes howling in the distance. You're looking for the Last Luna. "