Rwby Ghost Rider Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

I knew his size could now be changed at will – bigger or smaller. “Fantastic!” the necromancer gasped and struggled, then succeeded to stand up from the bed. He went up to the ghost and carefully touched his wing, as if they were blood brothers. “And I didn’t take offense, my friend.” It seemed to me that Byeln smiled in reply. “Have you been here a long time?” he asked. “What can you do in our world? How are you connected to this crown?” “Whatever I want, Reive. Now I’m a kind of captive of this wonderful little creature,” replied the ghost, “but I would be wrong to complain. Knocking around in Twilight is much more boring. Therefore, I might be considered my own master. Well, almost.”

Something about this man is deadly familiar only we've never met but he's more terrifying than Jax ever is. He glanced me over a few seconds before walking off again and so did I, practically running. Another glance over my shoulder and the guy has virtually disappeared into thin air. Did I just see a ghost? **** My body fell face first into my bed the moment I stumbled through the door. I'm distraught, embarrassed and bewildered. My body trembles without control and I'm so weak, I don't think moving again in my lifetime is even possible. I've found my soul mate and he rejects me. Rider thinks I'm a stupid girl that can't tell the difference between green and red. If only he knew what my hea

I gasped through the pain. "I'm updating the insurance," Rider growled. "Now, no matter where you go, everyone will know exactly who you've been sleeping with." But as the glow faded, a look of pure shock crossed Rider’s face. He stared at the mark on my neck, then at the palms of his own hands, which were beginning to glow with the same haunting, silver light. The Mark of the Fated. Rider backed away from me as if I were a ghost, his face pale and his eyes wide with horror.

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.”

“That’s a crime.” I laughed. “I’ll survive.” He watched me for a second, eyes narrowing slightly. “You okay? You look like you just won a fight.” “Something like that,” I said, smiling. “Let’s just say… I handled a ghost from the past.” Ryder raised a brow. “Should I be worried?” “Not even a little.” He chuckled, swung a leg over the bike, and held out his hand. “Then hop on, sweetheart. I feel like celebrating.”

His power seemed to have grown, dark tendrils of energy whipping around him with renewed vigor. “Poor little Aurora,” he taunted, his voice echoing strangely in this ghostly realm. “Still so naive about the true nature of power.” I growled back, determined not to be swayed by his taunts. No matter what this place was or what he had done, I wouldn't let him triumph. I rushed at him once more, but to my shock, he effortlessly blocked my assault with a simple flick of his wrist. Ryder started to move around me, his tone filled with fake compassion. “Did you know,” he spoke casually, asif we were just chatting about the day's events instead of battling for our lives, “that your parents pleaded f

I walk to the old door frame and find Ghost sitting on the corridor, and when his eyes meet mine, he smirks before he walks inside and stands in front of Rover. “You pissed off the wrong guy,” Ghost tells him before he slams his fist into Rover’s stomach. Rover starts coughing, and immediately, the begging begins. “Please, please, let me go; I’ll do whatever you want,” Rover says, and I shake my head, crossing my arms as I look at him. “You’re a little late for the game; I asked you several times to do things the way I said it, they weren’t fucking suggestions, and you ignored them,” I say, and his lip trembles as he tries to bite back his tears.

"Besides, you earned it. That run to Nevada last week brought in serious cash." "Seriously, Mom killed it," Jax piped up, repeating words he'd obviously heard from the other riders. "Everyone says Ghost Rider's the fastest." "Everyone's right." Rook's attention hadn't left me. "You going to let me buy you a drink later? After the kid's asleep?" There it was. The question he asked once a month was like clockwork. Always gentle, always respectful of my answer. "Rook..." "I know, I know." He held up his hands, backing off. "Can't blame a guy for trying. You're just so damn beautiful when you're turning me down."