Green Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

I felt my insides twist in rage. I balled my fist and launched at him. Someone blocks me, hand firm around my wrist. “ Calm down,” he spoke calmly, and released me. His leather jacket and gloves speak of a biker. Probably a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. Fit for his age and grim aura, like the cinematic portrayal of Ghost rider. Dominic turned, and got down from the bed. Turns out he's just tucking in the sheets.

The rider soon pulled up into the neighbourhood with a cloud of dust behind him, flashing a powerful luminous headlight that outdid the street lamppost. The final destination was a wall covered with graffiti made with coal, cheap paints, blood and other human matter, that still smell through the arts, most likely the work of juveniles and junkies. The rider dismounted gracefully, clad head to toe in an all-black leather outfit, with every detail—from the reinforced boots to the armoured gloves, dark blackout Kala Carbon helmet and … a rubber duck keychain? Whoever, the unidentified rider was, they definitely had a weird taste.

"You working on something cool?" I glance around the store, making sure we're alone. "Maybe." "That's awesome. You know, everyone's been talking about this mystery rider who won that big race last week. Some girl on this beat-up old bike who came out of nowhere and smoked everybody." My heart skips a beat, but I keep my expression neutral. "Really? That sounds interesting." "Interesting? It's incredible!" His eyes light up with excitement. "Nobody knows who she is or where she came from. She just showed up, won the race, and disappeared. People are calling her the Ghost Rider."

he asked in dismay. -I saw it! She answered, investigating his shoulder. It's in that general area! You see it? Jorge and Linda focused on the media, but literally saw nothing there. By the time Gwen broke out of the blonde's clutches and ran scared into the kitchen screaming for help, Loren was holding her on the divider near the steps so she could blend in with the weather in the house. He had no idea why, however, his little trick of intangibility allowed him to see the ghost riders, and little was his surprise when he saw one of them not far away, crossing the Red room.

How he had ended up with this condition was beyond him. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed something had changed. The stones behind, glistened as if someone had poured hot oil on them. With his mind and body, he managed to gather some energy. Steaming and groaning, he lifted his head and saw a figure before him. His dark green eyes shone with malice as they locked with his, and he let out a menacing growl. The stranger looked at him with red eyes that spoke of rage and amusement. His left hand, still holding the golden grip of his sword, waved back and forth. A violent but incomprehensible gesture.

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.

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.

"Deal. But understand this, Ghost Rider—if you double-cross me, if this is some elaborate trap, I will make sure you suffer before you die. Both of you." "Noted." We shook on it, and just like that, an unholy alliance was formed.

I flash Enzo a bewildered smile, before telling him I'll catch up with him later as my impatient mate hauls me off around campus to where only he knows. We pass a group of students, some doing a double take of him as he walks uninterested in the scenery around him. Rider is decked in a grey sleeveless shirt that portrays his strong toned arms, while the other half of him is clad in dark jeans with matching sneakers. His hair is cropped and faded, face cleanly shaved and when I lean in closer to take a whiff of him, my smile spreads wider. Rider makes a sharp turn at the end of the wall, throwing us into darkness as he braces me against the rough panel.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.