Ghost's Son Novels & Stories

“Good guy. I worked closely with Stuart before he died.” The sound of mattress springs squeaking and a bed banging against the wall suddenly had me laughing. “Karma would make a point of one-upping us.” Ghost smirked. “So what happened to you, Ghost? Did you grow up with the Henchmen?” “I wasn’t born into the club like you were. My mum remarried when I was ten, and her new husband was in the club. It was expected that I’d join up. I travelled around for a while after university before coming back here. I got my patch five years ago.”

I asked, curious to know why he took her. Ghost hesitated for a while before clearing his throat. “Her father owes me so much money.” He said, lighting up a cigarette. “And I want my money back.” I couldn’t hold back a scoff. “You didn’t think to talk to me about it? Instead, you almost got her killed and kidnapped her on her birthday.” Ghost laughed. “Coming from someone who murdered her parents?” He asked rhetorically. “I didn’t think you would want to spend so much money in exchange for her freedom.”

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.

The way his father looked now—tired. They were fighting a ghost. They thought the ghost was locked in a cell at Bedford Hills. But ghosts didn't embezzle four million dollars. Ghosts didn't hire vans. "Mama said love is choosing to stay," Ethan whispered to the gray air. He looked at the rusted metal door. "I'm choosing." He walked through the gate. His sneakers crunched on the gravel. He walked up the concrete ramp. He didn't knock. He didn't have to. The door groaned. It swung inward, revealing a cavernous darkness that smelled of dust and expensive perfume.

My phone beeps in my pocket and I take it out and look at it just before walking into the compound. Ghost: Here. She's asleep. I push my phone back into my pocket without responding. I had left Abby with Ghost since I was needed at church. Ghost wouldn't be the only brother missing today. Ghost was one of our prospects but was patched in a year ago. He's got some demons stronger than mine, but he's made amends with them. The kill with bare hands type of amends.

He was known as the Medicine Ghost, a legend in the healing arts, on par with the great William himself. "Dad, how's the kid holding up?" Rhett inquired. His son was his pride and joy; a real disaster would corner him into starting from scratch. "He'll live. They pulled their punches," came the casual reply. With that, the enigmatic Medicine Ghost shut the door to continue the operation. Hearing his father's words, Rhett felt a wave of relief wash over him. "But who's behind this?" With his son out of danger, it was time to plan his retaliation.

“Where’s the boy?” A door hissed open. Mason - dazed, trembling, - was dragged into view. His eyes widened at the sight of Juliette. She stepped forward. Ghost raised a hand. “Another step and he dies.” Juliette froze. “Then tell me what you want.” Ghost paced slowly around her. “You think this is about money? Revenge? It’s about cleansing. Your son isn’t just leverage, he’s a symbol. If he inherits, the poison of the Thorne name spreads.”

Anyway, they got rid of the bad guys and found out it was Ghost and his gang. However, Ghost somehow vanished off before any of the cops could grab a hold of him, but his raffs were caught along with his son, Ricky who called himself the Hollow. Strauss decided to have a one on one conversation with the Ghosts son and could notice fear in the eyes of the young man, who was quite nervous. Unlike the Ghost, the face she saw seated on the chair was a young boy who was full of fear and nervousness, eagerly wanting to see his daddy.

He says under and the Gaylord raises his head to look at his son. "So that was the entire plan son, What have I not given to you?" the Gaylord weakly asks him. "It is not true father, This idiot is out of his mind, I will never think of doing that ever" He says to his father. "Stop with all these" ghost stops them. " This is no place for you people to die for you have already spilled a lot of blood" He says to them. "Come on, Help me tie them up" ghost says to Amelia and Jennifer, they both come and tie Larry and his father who were now under Ghost's spell. They put them in the vans and get in.