Rwby Ghost Rider Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

A combination of outrage and sadness rips through me from head to toe, letting out an angry thunderclap and throat that seems to startle or frighten the animal enough to push it back. Finally the entrance is closed and we can go back with the goal that Blossom, appearing in the moment, ends the line of rowan debris and the apparition pilot is 100% restricted to our little otherworldly jail. “Come on!” “Come on!” I hear Roman yell and dodge as Blossom walks past the lodge to warn Loren that from now on she can remove the lightning rod. Ghost Rider carries one hand to his firearm holster, lowering his head when he doesn't feel his weapon. I made it a point to take him out before he strayed awa

I scrambled up from my chair. “I’ll go first.” Maverick grimaced. “A few small electrical pulses? To her brain? That doesn’t sound safe.” Ghost laughed a long, hearty sound. “You’re so eager because you didn’t grow up getting your ass zapped by him. I don’t like having my head fucked with. There’s enough shit up there to torment me as is.” “Actually, she may have grown up getting zapped by him.” Knight countered, pointing at Ghost with his drink. “Caius always did torment his crushes.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Maybe I have.” The secret burned inside her, too big to hold. In a rush of reckless need, she whispered, “My mother was Grace. Silas’s half-sister.” Ryder froze. All the mockery drained from his face, replaced by stunned calculation. Then, a slow, breathtaking smile spread across his features. It wasn’t kind. It was the smile of a man who has just been dealt a winning card. “Well. That changes every single thing, doesn’t it?”

"The chaos draws her. The chaos of my fear." The ghost moved past the drum. She hovered over us. Her eyes were hollow. They were black. Her ancient hatred was palpable. She lifted her skeletal hand. She reached for the black line on my jaw. "The seal," Rian whispered. "She wants to break the seal. She wants the Abyss." He released me. He pushed me away violently. He lunged toward the ghost. His desperation was absolute. Rian was weakened. He was human. He had no control. He grabbed the ghost. His hands passed through her form. His action was futile.

she spits, shoving past him and storming out of the stall, the door banging against the wall as she leaves. Ryder stands alone, the sound of his own ragged breathing echoing off the tiles. He leans his forehead against the cool mirror, staring at his reflection, hating that even with a woman’s pussy wrapped around his dick, he is still completely owned by the ghost of a man he can’t have.

Ryder rode with Lyra in front of him, one had around her waist and the other holding the reins of his horse. It had gone dark and the rain was coming down now in showers but still, he rode even faster through the forest. Lyra was delusional, her breathing was shallow and she could not stay stable on the horse. She whimpered a lot and it was evident to see that she was in a lot of pain and desperately needed any sort of healing and release.

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.

Damon asked. Tyler thought for a moment. “Hugo, help Raven,” Tyler said suddenly. Cael and Damon looked toward Hugo and Raven. Hugo quickly grabbed Raven to prevent her from being attacked by the ghost. The ghost selectively avoids every attack of Raven’s Katana. But Raven chases the ghost with Hugo’s help. ‘Now, Kyra.’ Tyler thought. The ghost was being watched by Kyra. Kyra got the pattern of its movements because of Tyler. Kyra raised her hand, and she opened the portal.

“Did you hear? The Crimson Fangs have begun attacking packs one after another. I heard they’re looking for someone named Raven. Any idea why?” My breath hitched, hearing the name I long forgotten. “The Crimson Fangs? Never heard of them,” I said, tightening my grip on the handlebar. “Really? But isn’t your name Ra–” I didn’t wait for Tyler to finish and sped up my bike. He didn’t have to say that name twice, not when I was listening. Raven was weak… Ghost was different. Although I was curious why the Crimson Fangs were looking for Raven, it would be better for me to keep the fact that Raven was me.

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.