Green Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

The pain was excruciating and made it too hard for either of us to focus enough so that we could mindlink for help. Two white wolves with black markings found us not much later. They were mirrored images except for the fact that Ghost had a black crescent moon on his chest while Knight had a black full moon with white markings on the inside of it on his chest. The twin wolves went behind a couple of trees that had clothes in them and the twins came back out wearing shorts. Grant held a shirt for me to wear when I shifted. They turned their backs so that I could have privacy while putting the shirt on.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

My heart raced as Xavier slowly eased the motorcycle onto the road. The bright moon and stars illuminated the night sky, creating a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, interrupted only by the motorcycle roaring down the road. Riding with Xavier, I started to grasp his passion for this experience. It was as if we were soaring through the night, feeling liberated and untethered from the world around us.

But the gang made it clear that I wasn’t a burden, instead… I was someone they could rely on, too. “Ghost,” Tyler’s voice crackled over the comm in my helmet. “They’re here. Three bikes. Colors we don’t know.” Ghost. Yeah, after I left the Iron Howlers Pack, I’ve decided that Raven died. And the one who remained was none other than this version of myself, a ghost. Headlights split the dust up ahead. Another rival gang who wouldn’t stop trying until they were taught a lesson. I rolled my shoulders, my grip tightening on the throttle.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

I was beyond furious that he had kept this from us all this time because I knew now that the faceless men in my dreams were Royal Guards. “They’ll kill you! You’ll never get close enough to kill him,” Ryder said in a low tone. “You don’t know half of what I can do.” I hadn’t earned the name Ghost because I was a good hunter. I earned it because I was the best. I could move so quietly that even Milo didn’t hear me and his hearing was better than mine. I didn’t feel pain and I healed faster than any species in existence. Ghost wasn’t just a myth, it was who I became.

Smiling, I nod my head again, accepting the damn challenge. "No nickname, got it." I smile taking in her features as my eyes trail down her body. She's on the tall side, with a rocking' rack. Her hair is dark, skin pale, but her eyes are bright green. It's an interesting combination and I feel myself wondering more about her. "I'm Ghost." "Ghost? Like. Casper the friendly?" "The very one." Watching as she shrugs. Robin turns around looking at he bar, noticing every patron is being helped then turns back towards me, leaning on the bar top giving me a peek inside her blue polo shirt. "So, why are you in a need of alcohol?"

The loft is open as a thick glass railing that goes to the average person's hips. Ghost looks like a king overlooking his kingdom as he sits on the three person black leather couch with a black metal table in front of him. I can already see the variety of drugs on the table. I see his strange glass bong like contraption that he heats up with a mini blow torch to smoke the dark crystals. There are humans drugs there as well. Clearly, he’s mixing the deathly concoction as he packs the drugs in mini plastic baggies that you would get something small like a ring. Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk.

I quietly entered and proceeded to the information desk; in there I found a ginger-head girl making crazy gestures with her hand. "Larsen? Candice? Slanted eyes, Korean yet American?" she hysterically expressed. The nurse looked at her, confused. "I am not sure ma'am what's the case with your friend?" "I do not know, someone said she was here—" I butted in. "Ms. Candice, I am not sure if her parents met with an accident—that's what I heard." They both looked at me. I faced the ginger-head girl and nodded. "I believe you are Jenny; I am the taxi driver." Then I showed Jenny's phone.

Ghost recognized the marks – supernatural trafficking ring, the same ones who'd tried to buy information about the Iron Fangs' heirs. "Luna," Ghost said quietly, "remember the emergency protocols we practiced?" She nodded, her dual nature responding to the tension. At five, she was already skilled at combining her wolf and druid powers for defense. It happened fast. The stranger dropped his glamour, revealing three more traffickers who'd been cloaked by dark magic. They moved with supernatural speed, clearly enhanced by illegal power boosters. But Ghost was faster. Years of protecting the Iron Fangs' royal family had made him legendary among enforcers. His gun was enchanted with Maya's druid