The New Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Possibly a meter away from the hood of Hunter's car. It looks like a whole person dressed in all-black. Head to toe. Only he's wearing a hat dipped lower to hide his face. I'm not sure how long I'd been staring at it but suddenly, it tipped its head back and stared directly at me. I gasped. Gone is the tingling all over my body, the throbbing and ache persistent within my core. All gone. What in goddess' name is... that? "Nightcrawler," Hunter growls. A deadly glint in his eyes as he glared at this... man I just locked eyes with.

Riders of the hunt. That would be the only explanation with sense to this whole setup that had formed before her. According to ancient myths and legends, ghost riders were riders of the hunt, stealing people from the real world to a world that is not real but supports existence. That definitely made no sense. However, not only were ghost riders able to take people from normal life into the hunt, a world that does not really exist, they could equally conjure any of them into the image of a person with a void in his or her life.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

Into months of becoming something I was not sure I wanted to be. But I did it anyway. Because somewhere, Grace was alive because I trusted a stranger. Because somewhere, Albert was grieving because I chose sacrifice. Because somewhere, X-One and X-Two were celebrating my death without knowing they had created their own destroyer. The ghost was born. The hunter was training. The war was entering its final phase. And when I emerged from these months of preparation, when I finally struck at X-One and X-Two— They would never see me coming. Never understand what hit them.

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.

My stomach, now turning with nervousness as the media player begins to play the video. "Hello Skylar. My name is Chase Argent and I am your father. I'm sorry that it takes my death for me to reach out to you but trust me, there is a very good reason for it." I hold my breath as the husky yet warm and friendly voice of this stranger fills my ears. There seems to be less urgency in his voice compared to his written word. He takes his time and smiles a lot as he speaks. Speaks to me and me alone.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

Malison charged, running into the tunnel. "Malison... Use your magic band...!" Laney reminded. In a flash, a heavy, glistering bolt of energy blasted through the wall of the tunnel as Malison dived through. Laney dove through the opening as the fist of energy came screaming out of the darkness. Laney watched as Malison's fist slammed into the wall. A brilliant beam of light arched up from the tunnel wall and struck Malison's arm. The arm was suddenly green and overgrown with long gray hairs. He cried out and slumped to the floor with blood trickling from his wound.

Dad rarely comes here. I keep looking at her picture until my eyes turn heavy with sleep. GHOST His feet are lighter than air as he strides toward her, making no noise, not even by mistake. His feet aren't touching the floor. He's floating in the air, just an inch above. A ghostly smile plays on his handsome face as he glances down at her, sleeping in an awkward way. His eyes are still roaming on her body, looking for a sign of injury. Fury burns in his eyes as he recalls her surroundings with the fire. His suit is so dark that he easily bends in the dark.