In The Sky Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

Jack stood there, his emotions swinging wildly from deep sadness to elation, his heart on an emotional roller coaster. He held back this time, realizing that Hannah's relentless behavior would only leave her more deeply wounded. All he needed to do was offer her a warm shoulder when the dust settled, and everything would be alright. As the helicopter faded from Hannah's sight, the dying echo of its blades pounded in her chest like distant thunder. Eventually, she could not stand it anymore and just crumbled.

Cane shouted. I saw the rider launch a high-tensile wire across the width of the pipe, intending to clothesline Cane as he came around the next bank . "Lean low, Cane!" I screamed. I didn't brake. I accelerated, aiming the Ghost directly at the rider’s rear tire. I didn't hit him; I just got close enough to disrupt his air. As I swerved at the last second, I kicked out my heavy riding boot, catching the side of his fairing. It wasn't a hard hit, but at eighty miles an hour in a circular pipe, it was hard enough.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

She crawled to the very back, wedging herself between a heavy wooden crate and the steel wall of the trailer. A few minutes later, the engine roared to life. The entire world began to vibrate, a deep, rhythmic thrum that shook Sari to her bones. "I’m a ghost," she whispered into the darkness as the truck began to move. "Sari is dead. The woman Budi owned is gone." She pulled her tattered diary from her jacket and opened the last page. She didn't have a pen anymore, so she bit her finger until the skin broke, using a drop of her own blood to mark a small, jagged 'X' at the bottom of the page.

The letter came on a Tuesday morning. Lihua never liked Tuesdays because she felt it was the day when the universe liked to shake things up, right when you finally had your week steady. It wore the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane—wings wide, painted with that almost arrogant elegance that only people wielding real power ever bother with. And it had both their names there on the front. No pretending this was just for him.

The lighter arced through the air and landed on the kindling. At the same time, she pulled out her phone and went live—broadcasting what she called a "punishment execution." Surrounded by flames, my sister screamed in despair. "Adeline, my brother loved you so much! How could you do this to our parents?!" But all she got in return was a cold, mocking smirk. The fire consumed her. I watched it all, clawing desperately at the flames like a madman— But I was just a ghost. I couldn't do a thing.

Two familiar figures stood by the tarmac. Ethan was wheeling luggage, and Skyler walked beside him, flight materials cradled in her arms. A small aircraft sat parked nearby. She was heading to another city today for her next phase of testing. Ethan had taken vacation days to accompany her personally. For my refresher training, all he'd offered was a signature and a payment. For her exam, he was willing to clear his entire schedule and sit in the right seat beside her the whole way. The light turned green.

A phoenix the size of a city bus screaming across the sky in greeting. And waiting for us on the main plaza, exactly where the titanium half-pipe meets the void: Kael Stormrider, barefoot on his hovering board, arms crossed, grinning like the devil just handed him a lighter. Behind him: five upperclassmen in Aerie colors (black and violent violet), boards glowing, eyes sharp. Kael (voice carrying over the wind): “Advanced Sky Rebellion 501, first session. Topic of the day: Prove you belong here.”

I blink and find someone levitating over me. "Could you stop living up to your fucking title? I know that you're a ghost. You don't have to let me know about it every day. " Sounding pissed, I push him back down on the bed where he lands like a feather. His black fumes reside beside him, between us. Like a cloud of darkness. Involuntarily, I begin playing with the clouds because they were very amusing. And soft, And... Warm? "You're making them warm. Let it be— you know what? I regret sleeping with you. Sky is mad at me for letting you use me."