Rider Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

I said. "Better than something." She crossed the room and dropped a folder on my desk. "I found her." Everything stopped. My hand froze halfway to my glass. My wolf surged forward, suddenly alert after years of restless pacing. "You're sure?" "Positive." Mara opened the folder, spreading photographs across the desk. "Steel Serpent MC territory. She's been hiding with them for five years. Goes by Ghost Rider now." I grabbed the photos, my eyes devouring every detail. There she was. My Rhea. Except she wasn't my Rhea anymore.

Adam asks amusingly. “Yes,” James says flatly, taking a long swig. “This guy’s a ghost. No traces, no patterns, nothing. It’s like hunting a nasty bug that doesn’t want to be found.” “Maybe that’s why he’s called GhostRay,” I suggest. James glares at me. “You’re not helping.” “Just saying.” He takes another drink, then finally glances at the screen. “What are you two idiots watching anyway?” “The Warrior Competition,” Adam replies.

The instant it did, the forest lid up with another dozen motorcycles, roaring to life. The Wolf Riders! They circled the Black Skull Riders, hollering and laughing, before breaking into formation and heading back to the main road. Screaming woes and curses, Viper ordered his men to follow us as their bikes roared to life and tried to catch up... “I can’t believe he fell for that!” Knives grinned, way too happy about being shot at than any normal man would! I didn’t reply but grinned as well, as he hollered a “hoo-yah!” and took the lead as we sped down the road. As it would turn out, leaving Bunny with too much time on his hands and with money from his stepdad was a deadly combination. Appar

Clad in armor that seemed to glow with spectral light, the rider wielded a whip that crackled with dark energy. "It's him," Silas whispered, his voice trembling with recognition. "It's my father." The others turned to Silas, shock and confusion etched on their faces. "Your father?" Marinetta asked, trying to piece together the implications. Silas nodded, his eyes never leaving the ghostly figure. "He died many years ago, but it seems his spirit has returned, driven by a need for vengeance." The ghost rider dismounted, moving towards them with a menacing grace. Silas stepped forward, his heart heavy with a mix of dread and determination.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

I won't stop until I get everyone back, I guarantee the animal in a raincoat. Then, at that moment, without wasting a single second, the ghost rider turns his full concentration on Jose again and addresses him in his unimaginable language. Along with others, I feel cramped for him to interpret for us, but in it he remains totally silent and his aspect remains fixed on the rider. "Parish?" Joe, what's going on?

Ryder explained, “It’s the reason why you tore those men apart and you don’t remember any of it. That’s what the rogue blood does, it strips you of your humanity, everything that makes you human, your memories, your past life, your kindness and it leaves you an empty husk and you go and kill mindlessly, and each time you lose a bit of yourself...” He ground his teeth as all the images of all the gruesome killings and torture he had done came to mind. “I tried to help you, I did everything to help you, it just wasn’t enough...” “You did everything you could,” Ghost assured him, “What was I like?” he asked after a while Ryder smiled, “You see how Jay is?” Ghost’s eyes widened in surprise. Ryde

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.

Jaidyn groans. His hands are everywhere on my body setting it on fire. I let out a small scream when he started rubbing my clit. “Jaidyn please…” I gasp out. I am not even sure what I am asking. His finger slips down through my wet folds. I cry out when he slips his finger into me. He is thrusting his finger into me and with each thrust, he is hitting my g-spot. He is trailing kisses down my body.

The guards stepped in the car and the driver started to drive out of the academia territory while the guard who was on the passenger seat looked at the front window, I glanced beside me and saw the prince getting inside, Rhyker pulled out his phone to text someone, suddenly I was feeling lonely. "Start talking." He said abruptly, making me move my legs. "What do you want me to talk about?" I looked at him, his side face always captivated my eyes. He was wearing the uniform, but then the emerald necklace that is supposed to be around his neck was on his forehead. His messy and brown hair was covering his forehead. It seems like my eyes are always drawn to him. "I love how you are staring at m