Look Into My Eyes Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

The people here turned to bitter herbs gathered under moonlight, faded talismans, or desperate prayers offered to indifferent gods. Yet even now, as the engine of their motorcycle sputtered into silence, the face of the lady ghost clawed its way back into Eloise’s mind. No matter how fiercely she willed it away, the image refused to dissolve: the sunken, coal-black eyes wide with malice, the skin stretched taut and gray like wet clay, the mouth twisted into a silent, accusatory scream.

Magic heals faster. “G-Grey??” I alarmed him out of his slumber, and he woke up brutal like someone who is set to fight at any time, obviously thinking something scared me again and this was more than shocking.. “ Do you need anything Las? Are you okay?” he met my eerie eyes, and saw the goosebumps on my skin. It was like I was seeing something he couldn’t see - a ghost. “G- Grey my legs..” I spoke with liquid in my eyes. He look straight down and saw everything healed up only left with scars.

As my smoke eyeballs focus on the girl, my ghost eyes, which are about to get out of my body, turn around to see what was they doing. No one paid attention, even the nearest senior just a meter away... No eyes watched, nor glanced at us. It's like, they want us to die so they will reach the wanted numbers... Is this how education works? Is this in their curriculum? I turned to the girl. She is dead. The smoke held her up from her seat. The smoke entered her body and she developed black eyes. I stared at her eyes. I can see the hunger for blood and flesh on the girl's face. But her ghost, which is about to leave her body, glared at me. She was glaring like she wanted to put a sword into my b

She felt her stupid heart flutter as the light caught his ebony curls, turning it to burnished gold, his green orbs twinkling with delight as he practically charmed the socks of his latest prey. Suddenly, as if feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped to hers, their gazes meeting. Marco Vitale's gorgeous eyes, usually alight with cunning, darkened with genuine hunger as he caught sight of her. He bit his lip and immediately flame licked down her spine. Dismissing his quarry like a child would their toy, he moved through the throng of guests – politicians, businessmen, and the shadowed figures that comprised their world – with a predator's grace, his focus solely on her.

My body instinctively reacted, every nerve on high alert, and for one fleeting moment I wondered what it would be like to look into his eyes again. And I too stayed stock-still, not daring to capture what else his eyes would reveal.

The pair of trackers clapped on either side of the otherworldly mother of three, hanging tensely tight for their decision. Melissa pulled off the dirty job, which involved putting her hand (wrapped in a medical glove) into the half-gnawing mind of the late Ghost Rider, looking for something she knew she wouldn't find. “It's not there.” “Your pineal organ isn't there,” he announced, removing his hand from the top of the vile-looking fellow and removing the glove to dispose of it.

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.

He just hopes that he wouldn't have to be picking up dead bodies. Zephyr appeared in a graveyard still in his wet clothes. His eyes were silver and were burning with anger. His steps were slow yet fast, he kept walking till he finally reached a grave with the name 'Sebastian Rose' A Shadow appeared beside Zephyr, the same shadow that has been following Penelope all around like a dog. "You knew all along, didn't you?" asked the shadow. Zephyr's lips curled up into a huge smirk, his eyes were glowing brightly in the darkness. He was losing control of his mind already.

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?