Rider Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

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.

"Found him on our border run. Something got to him good." Maya's shyness evaporated as professional instincts took over. "Exam room two," she directed, already pulling on gloves. "Was he conscious when you found him?" "In and out." The biker helped guide the hybrid – though Maya's wolf knew instantly this was no hybrid, but one of their kind – onto her exam table. "Name's Ghost. I'm the club's enforcer."

she asked, positioning herself behind the solid wood of the porch railing where she'd have cover and a clear view of the approaching riders. "We're about to find out," Jax replied, though his stance relaxed slightly as the lead bike came into view. "It's Ghost. But he's not alone, and he didn't call ahead." The motorcycles roared into their peaceful clearing like a invasion force, engines cutting out in unison as six men dismounted. Ghost led the group, his pale face grim, while behind him came faces Raven recognized from their war days—Diesel, Viper, Hawk, and two newer prospects she didn't know.

Long, golden-hair guy was the first to see me. He knew my name just like the rest of the guys at Ethan’s workshop. Maybe it was time for me to get to know them too since it looked like my life was going to involve bimonthly visits to fix up my motorcycle. “Hey guys, it’s Jay the Ghost Rider,” he announced. I waved at him, a little shy. Ghost Rider became my nickname after my third visit to the workshop. Everytime I came, there was something awfully bad about my bike.

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

Her mum would cry out blood and her dad would throw punches the size of a truck. The ghost who valued words more than gold had yet again decided to remain mute. Remind me, why am I the active partner in this?! Her eyes closely scanned him, evaluating this her ghost husband and wondered how his lean nature and incredible height did not mar his physique as he filled his white shirt and black suit pants with acute fitness.

He had no idea why, however, his little trick of intangibility allowed him to see the ghost riders, and little was his surprise when he saw one of them not far away, crossing the Red room. —George ! — Roman ! Itaac It's the ghost rider! he warned. " Where?" the two blondes asked as one, each situated in an alternate finish of the room. “Go to the kitchen .” “Right there!” he yelled, his hand reaching forward to make contact with the referenced subject.

“Anyway, he was pretty mad when he showed up and I wasn’t trying to capture Nat. I don’t even know how to do that, Cutter.” “Rider was mad?” His eyebrows were knit together, which Ru found reassuring. Maybe she wasn’t crazy for thinking she couldn’t bring Nat down singlehandedly. Before she could respond, there was a rippling noise in the air next to her, and Ru looked up to see Rider standing there, next to the bed. Though it wasn’t him exactly. He was nearly see-through, like a hologram or an apparition. It startled her, and she threw herself backward, smacking her head on the headboard. Cutter looked torn between addressing the situation with Rider and making sure she was okay, but she wa

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!"

Milo Hayes only wanted one reckless night. Then the gorgeous biker he hooked up with shows up the next morning as his new bodyguard. Kade Black is possessive, dangerous, and way too good at making Milo forget all the reasons he should stay away. Now they’re living under the same roof, sleeping only a few feet apart, and pretending they don’t still want each other. But Kade has one rule: he can’t touch his client. Milo has one problem: he really wants him to break it.