In The Sky Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Hearing this Jyotsna shot her hand up in the air. “Yes, Jyotsna!” “Phosphorus reacts with the oxygen in the air” “That’s right” Said Ms. Jenny and continued with the lesson. Jyotsna sat back down. An incredible thought had struck her. *** “What if it is?” Jyotsna argued with Etan and Brojen. “If ghost doesn’t exist then explain floating lights on a craggy moor” “Fireflies?” Anwar said timidly. Etan and Brojen nodded. “Or it can be the GHOST” Anwar raised his voice. “I don’t know if you remember but they were nothing like phosphorus oxidizing in open air”

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The chained airships served as giant swinging hammers, crushing Mekran soldiers below. “Retreat!” Ezekiel roared, riding away from the Sun Fields. He and the other riders cut a path through the sea of Uncivil, but the winged beast flew towards them and let out a spray of dark goop. Ezekiel ducked to avoid the blast, but many of his fellow riders fell off their horses, and grew tentacles and claws.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

“We are almost there.” Their guide said with a thick accent. Few minutes later, they were at the top of one of the numerous hills in the afghan mountains. Below them was a poppy farm with six simple huts built on a straight row. Oscar immediately started setting up the radio to communicate with their superior officer back at the base while she set up her M40 sniper rifle. Their guide sat on a rock and watched them quietly as she and Oscar hurriedly prepped for their mission. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

It was about surviving the firestorm that would follow. That night, under the cover of absolute darkness, the team deployed. The stealth glider cut silently through the sky, wings stretched wide like a hunting bird. Jason, Leah, and Ghost sat shoulder to shoulder. Ghost was still weak from his coma, his body stiff, his breathing shallow. But his eyes burned with the same fire Jason remembered from the battlefield. “You shouldn’t be here,” Jason muttered, strapping himself in tighter. Ghost smirked, though it looked painful. “And let you idiots screw it up without me? Not a chance.”

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

He couldn't see or touch the force, but it made his skin crawl. This had to be the cursed power that the rotting man talked about. "It's a good thing I have this shroud. Otherwise, I'd be in deep trouble." Gideon was relieved. He'd really have to thank Freddie later. Just then, the night sky lit up in brilliance. Gideon looked up and saw Chase's phantom and the apex overbeast's phantom fighting directly overhead. Gideon shuddered in fear. It was a good thing that Mount Immortal could absorb the battle's energy. Otherwise, being this close, he would have been toast.