Rwby Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“And I miss her hugs at night when she kicks me out of our bedroom.” Ghost and I chuckled at that, but Ro didn’t seem to mind. He had that look Evan and Devin have whenever they talk about Cali and Ren… is it also the same look Ghost sees in me? As though reading what’s on my mind, Ghost met my eyes through the rearview mirror. I looked away, hoping I could hide this troubling emotion in my chest. Deep inside, I want that kind of talk too…. With Rylee. ~~

The word was out, and Sabrina, bless her clueless heart, was staring at her like she’d just sprouted fangs. “You’re far from home, little wolf,” Axel said again, voice low and edged with command. “This is my road. My land. You don’t get to ride it without answering to me.” Raven’s spine stiffened. “Last I checked, asphalt belongs to whoever’s wheels can burn it.” Behind him, the Riders revved their bikes in unison like a wall of sound that vibrated in her ribs, designed to unnerve. Sabrina whimpered against her shoulder, fingers clutching harder.

Ryder watched him expectantly, waiting for an answer. Ghost exhaled, “I can’t quite explain what I feel for her. Ciara. It’s powerful, consuming. She’s all I think of, every day, even when I want to be mad at her...” his thoughts wandered to the time she attacked Scar, “Times where I wanted to flip on her, ordinarily I would have, I should have, yet I can’t.” He stared off into the distance, a small smile on his lips as he pictured her face. Ryder nodded in understanding.

"Who the hell do you think you are a girl?" Glaring at him, my hand tightened around the dagger. "You dare torture a symbol of our hope?" I hissed. Laughing, the guard turned to a few other men that had gathered. "I'll say my question again." Leaning closer, his breath fanned over my face. "Who the hell... do you think you are, girl?" Raising the dagger to his throat, I felt anger seep into my veins. My body started to tingle as my vision became clearer. "I am Abagail Stone. Dragon Rider of Aurora." Pushing the blade closer to his throat, I watched his eyes move to my left.

"This is the rider, as you can see, the posture of the rider isn't that manly and the body structure isn't manly, so the witnesses can obviously say that the rider is a girl plus points of the pink sneakers. According to the witnesses, she's near at the university at exactly seven hours and one minute. One of the witnesses, said that the rider opened her helmet, the witness saw her eyes, the witness saw how she closed her tightly, the other witness said, there's a hesitation on the rider's eyes. One of those witness came near to the rider heard her heart that beats so fast, one saw the birthmark on her hand, one had her bracelet. One witnessed how the rider intentionally wants to hit the ori

*Starblood Pack — The Balcony* Crystal leaned against the carved stone railing of her balcony, silver eyes tracing the sky as dawn gave way to pale blue light. The wind brushed her skin. Her thoughts were quiet, too quiet. Aelira had gone silent since their connection that morning. Behind her, the door opened softly. Ryder stepped into the sunlight, golden eyes finding her immediately. His bare chest bore the golden markings of the bond, still glowing faintly. “You left the bed,” he murmured, sliding his arms around her waist from behind.

I think he enjoyed seeing his cum leak down my thighs. We stayed pressed against the wall, panting. For a second, his forehead rested against my shoulder. Then he pulled out, untied me roughly, and stepped back. “Clean up and leave. This shouldn’t have happened. You’re getting too close to him.” Stupid me, I should have gotten used to his attitude but no. I still get hurt whenever he pushes me away. “I know you’re the Ghost, people keep talking about. You don’t have to hide from me.”

"Mama!" A blur of dark hair and skinny arms launched itself at me before I could fully dismount. Eli wrapped himself around my waist, his face pressed against my leather vest where the Ghost Rider patch sat above my heart. At four and a half, he was all legs and elbows, with Darius's dark eyes and my stubborn chin. "Hey, little wolf," I murmured, ruffling his hair. The endearment slipped out sometimes, though I was careful never to use it around others. "Were you good for Aunt Sable?"

He moved in front of me, blocking my path, his gaze a dark caress across my skin. “It’s this house. It’s you. You’re the ghost in every room, and you won’t even fucking look at us.” My heart was a frantic bird against my ribs. Look at us. That was the game. They wanted a reaction. They wanted to see the crack in my carefully built walls. I lifted my chin, meeting River’s stormy eyes. “What do you want? A welcome basket? You ruined my family.” Ryder’s laugh was a harsh bark behind me. His hands slammed on the bench on either side of me, caging me in.

She had already cut the previous session short because the howling wind had made her anxious. Gia didn’t like hearing that sound. The storm's growl reminded her of ghosts. She knew it was irrational, but whenever she heard the wind roar, she couldn’t help but imagine some ghostly presence screaming in anger around her. And it was all Rose's fault. Rose loved torturing Gia with horror shows, despite knowing her friend was easily spooked. "We’ll start at the same time…" Gia stopped mid-explanation, realizing that Raven hadn’t been listening to her for a while. He was already engrossed in a phone call.