Rebel Ghost Novels & Stories

"Look what crawled out of the drain." Three men stepped into the light. They wore oversized hoodies and tactical vests scavenged from the raid. In the center stood Ghost. He was thinner than I remembered. A jagged scar ran from his ear to his jaw—a gift from the last turf war I’d led before I disappeared. "Ghost," I said. I didn't lower the pipe. "Don't 'Ghost' me, you golden-eyed prick." He spat a glob of phlegm onto the concrete. He raised a heavy-duty revolver. "Except your eyes aren't gold anymore, are they? You look... ordinary. Like the rest of us rats."

“The public at large is not in imminent danger. My confidential informant has informed me that Ghost is here on a personal vendetta. We do believe he is responsible for several crimes, however. Including the attack on the police station. We do urge that everyone travel with caution and be as vigilant as possible. Ghost will only attack when provoked, or when the object of his revenge is in sight.” “Are you able to tell us who that is?” “I am not at liberty to discuss that at this time. For that individual’s safety.” “I understand.” Sabrina made the mic drop signal. “Ghost is a man that has operated in shadow… in hiding, for many years. He is a faceless specter that has terrorized the world.”

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

“I’m not here to hurt you.” A man stepped forward just enough for her to see him — mid-thirties, hard face, wearing a black and silver cut. With the vest– Devil’s Sons. “Name’s Ghost,” he said quietly, keeping his distance. “We’ve been watching this war from the outside. King is getting too bold, too powerful. It’s bad for business. We want him gone.” Hazel’s pulse hammered. “What do you want from me?” Ghost kept his hands visible. “Inside information. Reaper’s plans. Timing on the next hit. In return, we extract you and your friend Lena. Clean IDs. Full protection far away from here. No more tracker. No more Reaper.”

"My hands are itching to mark him. I need to bleed someone before I lose my head." Gideon caught his arm, a firm, grounding grip. "You think he’s the third? For real?" "I don't think. I know." Kan’s eyes flashed a toxic, glowing green. "We’ll bring him home. And when we do, we won't be gentle. He’s built for it. He’s a Blackwell ghost, a shadow of the Nash Rebellion. He can take everything we give." Kan walked out the door, the hunt already singing in his veins.

“I was…” He swallowed thickly. “I was betrayed,” the betrayal was still in his voice, raw and visceral. “I was betrayed, poisoned, weakened, and imprisoned. I was sent to the human’s lands, and there magical cuffs were put upon me,” he looked at his wrists as if still seeing those bindings. “Bindings created by a witch, who they continued to torment, seeming determined to torture unto death. I broke free, and took her with me, making her my second child, Meguitte,” his eyes flared red with his rebellion against the humans who had tried and failed to break him, the tension of his confession breaking. “I have always adopted rebels,” Talen’s smile was all teeth. Heath’s lips curled. “I’d believ

she soothed, her words enveloping me in a blanket of security and love. But her comfort, as soothing as it was, could not fully penetrate the layers of guilt and self-reproach that had settled in my heart. Amid my sobbing, a stark realization dawned on me - the sheer folly of my actions. The underground fights, the needless risk, the relentless pursuit of violence as a means of control - it all seemed so utterly foolish now. The path I had chosen, one that I had convinced myself was necessary, was nothing but a misguided attempt to escape a reality I was unwilling to face.

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

"You stay here with them. When they wake up, they won't care about the paperwork. They will drag you to a warehouse and hurt you just to send a message to your father wherever he is." I looked at the thug with the broken wrist. He was starting to move. "Or," Declan said, "you get in my car. You work for me, and you pay off the debt." "What kind of work?" I asked. My voice trembled. Declan looked me up and down. "You have no scent," he said. "For a wolf, that makes you a ghost. I have a use for a ghost." A siren wailed in the distance. It was getting closer.