In The Sky Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

The compass didn't spin; it vibrated until the glass casing cracked. Ibrahim stopped his camel at the crest of a massive, white-sand dune, his eyes narrowed as he stared into the northern horizon. The sky wasn't turning the deep, bruised purple of a normal desert storm. It was turning a blinding, incandescent silver. "This is no wind," Ibrahim said, his hand tightening on the leather reins. "This is the Whip of the Sky. The air is full of angry spirits that have no tongues."

Or perhaps it was the silhouette of the woman in white. Green Dragon and Black Turtle helplessly watched as Tyr walked towards Sky Rift Valley. Then, they paled within the next second. “Do you remember what Sticks told us about the mountain on the other side of Sky Rift Valley? Are there really ghosts there? Wouldn’t it be a problem if Tyr went there?” “Are you still holding up?” Black Turtle gritted his teeth and got up with his hands braced on the ground. The injury on his arm had worsened. The strip of cloth that was previously wrapped around it had loosened. Blood oozed through it and dripped down his arm to his fingers, the droplets dripping into the snow.

“Damon lost control. He needs you to go and reign him in.” I followed the path Knight’s eyes took. They led upwards to the sky where a thick plume of smoke filled the air. It was so black it almost blended in with the inky backdrop. As the breeze shifted, I inhaled deeply and cringed at the noxious scent. Something was burning. Cursing under his breath, Ghost vanished into thin air. I looked at Knight. My expression must’ve bore some confusion because he offered me a small, knowing smile before following after Ghost.

A ghost pipeline for a ghost drug. The buyer? Unknown. The price? Blood. “Approaching LZ,” the pilot said. The chopper sank lower, hugging the planet’s skin. They skimmed past a black rock outcropping shaped like a talon carving at the stars. A brief flicker of infrared blinked twice from the darkness below—their drop zone—and then was swallowed by the night. “Go,” Jack ordered.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

As the two attacks collided, the space fluctuated with energy. Black storms and Frosty Flames filled the Black Wind Canyon, which shocked the onlooking elemental practitioners. “That should be Tres, also known as Skye, from the 18 Black Wind Riders.” “That's right, Black Storm is his signature!” “Hehe, Skye is a legend in Black Wind Canyon.” The discussions could not stop Philip’s anger. Skye was very powerful, and he could not take him down for a while.

he said matter-of-factly. "Then where am I?" She mouthed slowly, "and why did you take me?" She tried to ask. "You are at Castle Free Sky. We are nestled on the very northern tip of Free Sky Cliff on the ocean shore of Maine. We are not on any maps or GPS systems as any more than a few coordinates. Built almost completely invisible to anyone who is not looking for it specifically," he told her proudly, most of it was true, anyways.