Rwby Ghost Rider Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nira, Akia, Erva, he whispered into her mind. In seconds her had pulled away and used his head to toss her onto his back. She reached out, grappling for a grip on the spikes as he jumped into the air. She had to climb up his spikes to make it onto his neck while he was twirling out through the trees. Once she had made it to his neck, she wrapped herself around gripping tightly as the wind whipped against her body. He chuckled in her mind, You can relax, Rhaenyx. We are bonded, you are my rider and I am your draekon.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

“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