Johnny Blaze Ghost Rider Comic Novels & Stories

“Like I said, his conscience is haunting him. He’s probably seeing ghosts in his sleep. I just hope Luna Maddena is alive somewhere, far away from that monster. And if she is, I pray she never returns. Let him rot in his guilt.” Before Blaze could take another breath, one of the soldiers stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him up roughly. The soldier’s eyes burned with fury. “How dare you speak of our Alpha like that?” he snarled. “You’re a traitor, Blaze. You should die in his place! I’ll make sure he knows what kind of snake has been slithering beside him!” His grip tightened around Blaze’s neck, and Blaze’s face darkened with anger.

He tried to speak, but his lips were already beginning to fray into dust. "Ash... I can't... I feel... warm..." Blaze whispered, his voice fading into a tinkling sound like wind chimes. Within seconds, the man who had been the fiery heart of the Ryder brothers was gone. He didn't fall to the snow. He didn't leave a corpse. He simply vanished, leaving behind a swirling, beautiful cloud of golden dust that hung in the air for a heartbeat before being sucked into the ultraviolet vortex of Rhea’s skin. "One less discord in the song," the Heir said, Rhea’s hand dropping back to her side.

My father looks over at me and I know there is something he wants to say, but he won't in a room full of people. Kallista sits at the end of Remi's bed softly crying. Gunner and Xavier sit on the floor. Lucifer and Illianna stand at the foot of the bed. Blaze turns to leave and Kieran stops him. "Where are you going, Blaze?" Blaze straightens his tuxedo jacket. "I'm going to stand guard. That's where I need to be right now. I can't stand to see her like this. I've seen her go through some bad shit. Hell I've been knee deep in the thick of the shit with her and Payne. This is the first time being patched up and couple of shifts won't heal everything. This is the first time I can't fight or ki

Here, the rogues attacked them upfront, as if they were waiting for them. Blaze didn’t have time to think further as a rogue charged him. He dodged the attack and whirled around him. In a blink, he bit his leg, ripping a chunk of his flesh. As the rogue rolled on the ground and began to whine, he jumped on it and snapped his neck. Another rogue jumped on his back. Blaze elbowed him on the jaw, knocking him to the ground. He punched him so hard on the sternum that the rogue coughed up blood. Then he pounded his fist on his skull, cracking it.

Who could it be? The base’s clinic is a small room tucked in the back. It has all sterile white walls and the sharp smell of antiseptic. Jade, our medic, is bandaging a guy’s arm when I walk in. I recognize him immediately—Ghost, one of the Shadow Riders’ heavy hitters. His face is pale, but his eyes are sharp, watching me as I step closer. “MG” he calls, his voice rough but steady. “ It's no wonder Nyx shot you.” I say, forcing a smile. The guy was very rude at me the last time I was at their clubhouse, suspecting me for being a snitch.

The warrior's body crumpled lifelessly to the ground. Two more warriors charged at Blaze from opposite sides. He caught one by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand. With a swift motion, he crushed the man's windpipe, and then threw him aside like a rag doll. The other warrior aimed a punch at Blaze's face, but Blaze blocked it effortlessly, countering with a lightning-fast strike to the heart. The warrior's eyes widened in shock as he felt his heart stop, and he fell to the ground, dead.

She noticed Damon in the car which was coming towards her. Her car suddenly lost the interest and she quickly turned the steering, taking the sharp turn. Damon's car was about to collide with her but he also took the shape turn just like her and their cars rounded each other like fishes of Pisces. Damon cursed when their cars stopped and her jerked out of the door. "Fuck!" He noticed the gypsy which was following her. "Bastards!" He opened his window and continuously shot the engine of the gypsy which caught fire making gypsy flew out of the road with the blast.

“Because that’s what he deserves. To be unmade piece by piece.” Blade’s knife twitched in his hand. “I can end this right now.” Cruz shot him a look. “No. Not yet.” “Not yet?” Blade snapped. “How long are we supposed to wait? Until he kills all of us?” Cruz’s chest heaved. “We’ll find another way.” “There is no other way,” Ghost cut in, his voice sharp. “There’s only mine.” “And what’s that?” Cruz growled. Ghost’s mask tilted, eyes gleaming behind the shadowed glass. “A bargain. Another one.”

I was fingerbanging myself in the van while Gideon issued orders and Ghost was in here alone with a guy known for killing people like him. “You underestimate me. I work best when I have an after-orgasm glow.” I laugh; opening my hand, and let my gun fall. Ghost’s eyes go wide and Judge pushes him forward just a little. It allows Ghost to shuffle to the side at the same time I grab the gun with my other hand and start firing. Judge lets out a loud roar when two of my five shots hit their mark. Ghost hits the floor and suddenly I’m faced with two pissed-off shifters.

In one go, he pulls the spear, where his intestines were dragged along with it as blood continues to ooze from his wounds. It was a bloody mess. …Maybe it was too late for me to think of this now, but I can't believe he survived. Following that, blue flames gush out from his wounds— even his intestines are burning under that blue flame. BANG! A gunshot…!? "Urk…!?" When I heard a gunshot, Blaze immediately reacted by receiving the bullet with his left arm. He quickly did a side roll to Kronos's group— shielding himself. When I look to where the gunshot came from— Kronos's silhouette was loaded with many guns behind its back.