Novel & Cerita Rwby Ghost Rider Fanfiction

"That guard was about to shoot you, Blair. Dimitri saved your life." "I know," I whispered, but my voice trembled. "I know that. But Jane... the way he looked. He wasn't my Dimitri anymore. He was—" "He was Ghost Rider," Jane finished quietly. "The part of himself he tries so hard to keep from you. The violence he's capable of when the people he loves are threatened." Tears stung my eyes and I couldn't hold them back anymore. I let them stream down my face. "I promised I'd stay in the car. He told me to stay safe and hidden and I didn't listen, and because of me—"

“You go on the back?” “I’m not riding on the back of my own bike,” I scowled. “How about you go on the back?” I winked. “No, it’s fine, I’ll be good,” he pouted. And he was. He brought us both to a very explosive orgasm with me bent over my workbench in no time at all. Ghost giggled like a schoolgirl when he took the YZF-R1 out. I had never seen the second in command of a motorcycle club look so innocently happy.

I should have been here. Abruptly, Angeledith heads for the steps, going up them in no stop and saying nothing. I think I know what's going on with her, that's the reason why I keep Jorge from chasing her. He wants a second alone after the horrible day we had. Since the point of no return has passed, I send Jorge home. He asks me to see him off from Angeledith and guarantees that he will come to see her on the first part of the day. From that point on, Roman and I begin to sort out the calamity of the party as he thoroughly educates me on his showdown with the ghost rider, after which Gwen consented to stay in the banshee's house. To a certain extent, the young woman will now be easier to de

Raeya was able to catch Ryder at the last minute. He had just ignited the engine. When he sensed her, he got off the bike. The symbol of the Triad imprinted on the bike's steel glinted in bronze with the setting rays of the sun. He wouldn't even try to go home first to get his own bike. Why was he in such a hurry? Ryder turned to face her. "How clever of you to use the ghost of Fhae as a reason for you to go away. Why? Because we fought and you want some space? Again?"

All four of them rode to meet the three males. Shinay forced herself to turn away, she had a job to do, finish it all. She sent her magic into the skies once again and the realm darkened as her magic swallowed the two suns, leaving the single moon. The dark storm started and her hands shook as she fed it. It may have been seconds later, it may have been days but the first male somehow managed to knock a Ghost Rider from his horse and straddled the horse that raced for her. She turned dark eyes on him and curled her fingers, her magic curling around his heart.

The old man smiled like a cat who’d already swallowed the canary and was licking cream from his whiskers “Name’s Caedrin wizard wanderer collector of rare and broken things” His gaze slid past her sharp as broken glass to the second rider thundering up the road through curtains of rain Kaelin soaked to the bone hood ripped back by the wind silver hair plastered to her skull Across her saddlebow lay Lyra—still unconscious head lolling blue-silver veins crawling up her throat like living frost. They glowed faintly beneath skin gone nearly translucent lips almost black. Each shallow breath looked borrowed like the next one might be refused

Evelyn and the driver hits the car window so hard trying their best to force the door open in tears. Brianna opens her palms to one of the men and he brings out a lighter and gives it to her and she turns the lighter on and and throws it on car and the car began to burn while Evelyn and the driver began to scream out so hard. The groom and his family, the bride family are worried, Brianna mom already crying with people trying to console her that Brianna will be here soon while the car kept burning and Evelyn and the driver crying for help. Brianna ordered the men to push the car into the valley which her men goes to push the car into the valley while the car kept burning, she stood and watch

The darkness screamed, recoiling. Ryder turned toward her , eyes wild, but recognition flickered there. He whispered her name once , a sound both tender and mournful. And then, from behind him, a massive claw burst through his chest. Sienna screamed. Blood sprayed across the floor as the creature , a hulking wraith of black fire , dragged him backward into the shadows. She lunged forward, hand outstretched. “RYDER!” Her fingers brushed his , warm, trembling , before the darkness swallowed him whole.

twisted ritual of mourning masked in politics and performance. I glided through the crowd like smoke, accepting nods and veiled questions with calculated poise.When Lucas finally cornered me, it was beneath the arch of the great hearth. His hand closed around my wrist, just firm enough to make a statement.“Why him?” he hissed. “Why Ryker?“Because I needed someone as ruthless as you to finish what you started,” I whispered, yanking my arm free. “And he was willing to do what you never could.”“And what’s that?” His voice was a low growl.“See me,” I said. “Not just the wolf. Not just the mark. Me.”His chest rose and fell in heavy silence.I stepped back, letting my gaze rake over him one last t

His mouth trailed lower, skimming the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I melted into the mattress with a gasp. The door burst open. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Ryder leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Morning light gilded the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the faint scar cutting through his brow—a souvenir from a fight he’d never talk about. His obsidian eyes burned into us, but there was no real anger there. Just a flicker of that raw, unspoken hunger he’d stopped trying to hide. Jaxon sighed, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re blocking the sun, Ryd. Either come in or go brood somewhere else.”