In The Sky Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

"I don't know why these Emperians want sky burials." In the past, I'd joked with him that I wanted him to perform the sky burial for me after my death. At the time, we'd been on good terms, so he'd frowned and told me he wanted to die before me. He said he would follow me in death if I were to leave him alone in the world. I'd only been joking then, but it had come true now. The only issue was that Gideon hadn't recognized me. He and the other sky burial practitioners disassembled my body and mixed it with flour before placing it on a platform. One of them, Connor Stone, looked around. "Why isn't her family here?"

"Jack, you need to get everyone out of here. Now." His weathered face went hard. "Like hell. Nobody runs the Steel Vultures out of their own territory." "These aren't ordinary bikers," I said desperately. "Please, just trust me. Take everyone and go." "What aren't you telling us?" Sable appeared at my shoulder, her sharp eyes reading the terror I couldn't hide. "Ghost, what's got you so spooked?" The rumble was getting louder, closer. Soon they'd crest the hill and see the compound spread out below them like prey. I could almost smell them on the wind, leather, gasoline, and underneath it all, the wild musk that marked them as pack.

“Bernard made another post.” Elena’s attention snapped toward him instantly. Nico gave a small shake of his head. “He isn’t looking for Ghost.” He paused. “Well…not the real Ghost.” His eyes scanned farther down the page. “He’s offering a hell of a lot of money for the person he thinks is Ghost.” He looked up. “Viktor.” Then Nico clicked another link. His jaw tightened. “Dammit.” He clicked it again. “It won’t let me in.”

one of the elders of the Fire Praying Tribe said to Spencer. "What's there to be afraid of? The Dark Race of the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks will soon be here to support us!" Spencer said coldly. Not long after, a roar was heard from the sky. Everyone came to a halt and looked up in the sky. The sight that presented itself shocked everyone just as equally. There was an Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman, riding a gigantic hawk, and flying toward them. The Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman had a big red cape and was wielding a great sword. One glance at it, and one would agree it looked intimidating.

My ribs howled. But my pulse? Steady. Because I knew something he didn’t. This wasn’t the end. Then I heard it. Whistles in the sky. Whup-whup-whup-whup The ghost bird. Black chopper. No insignia. No lights. Low rotor hum. Coming in from the Bosphorus like it belonged to no one. I smiled beneath the hood. He looked up. Too late. “Break formation!” he shouted. But we were already retaliating.

[The Velocity of Grace] The sky was no longer a canvas for digital ghosts; it was a theater of war. The black gunships descended like predatory insects, their rotors churning the salt air into a violent Gale. The searchlights were blinding, clinical white eyes that stripped away the shadows where we had tried to hide our humanity. Jinyan’s question hung between us, sharper than the whistle of the incoming missile: “Do you trust me enough to die?”

Ryder yelled, he was crouched on the floor. Ghost stared at him skeptically. “If you don’t get it moving you’re going to get killed!” Ghost looked around weighing his options, the chances of him getting to his gun in time were slim and even if he did, he couldn’t take on all of the man, all by himself. The men didn’t look like they would stop any moment, they were firing ceaselessly at them and the only thing stopping a bullet from hitting him was his car, which had taken numerous hits. They were slowly closing in on him. His eyes trained on Ryder, those oddly familiar grey eyes, his hands outstretched towards him. He could have easily fled the scene and left him to his fate. Yet, he was sti

Meanwhile, outside the hospital and on one of the floating islands in the sky, a fierce fight was going on. Fire spheres flew here and there. At the same time, water spheres shot back at the fires spheres, preventing them from hitting the nearby islands. Screams and cries shook the area when the island's spirits screeched in fear, thus forcing their dwellers to flee into safety. Animals and people alike were seen fleeing further into the clouds, leaving their islands. "Hue, stop this madness now!" Kith shouted, and backflipped in the air when he avoided a fire sphere that was flying in his direction. While he backflipped, he shot water spheres at the fire sphere that flew past him; extinguis

"No wonder Freedy's hypnotism did not work on you. However, your strong will power may not save you today. I hope you are prepared to face death." As he finished speaking, Ghost moved forward with out warning. He put his entire force behind a single blow and incorporated the ultimate fighting technique using his machete. Both Ghost and his machete moved as one and hurled towards Nathan ferociously. The black machete sliced through the air. a discordant sound could be heard from the blade as it moved. The horrible noise sounded like the wails of countless ghosts. As the machete moved, the color of the sky seemed to shift in accordance with the movement of the blade.

still humming in his eyes, and scooped me up. "Is she...?" I couldn't finish the sentence. "She's gone, Ivy," he rasped, his voice rough with a volatile mix of adrenaline and desire. "The ghost is dead. Now, we leave the rest of them to the stone." He carried me through the crumbling hallways, dodging falling basalt and surging electrical fires. We reached the hangar just as the roof began to cave in. The private jet was still there, the pilot—one of Dante's elite Ghost units—holding the engines at full throttle.