The New Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Melina was dazzled by his muscles, he had changed a lot, back the he was the plainest of them all, he wore shaggy un ironed clothes, he never cared about his looks, but now he wore a signed leather jacket, Melina wondered. She drilled for him, she felt like a loser choosing Owino over him. She gashed in front and asked in fury, Melina was not good at surprises. “What are you doing here?” she demanded as she dumped her messenger bag on the couch and threw off her scurf. She wanted him to notice her designer jacket as well. “Aha!” Leon acted cool. “I see you still hate surprises.” Leon teased her “Come on guys, I missed you t….” he pouted as he pranced to them and wrapped his hands around his

"Don’t you remember the rule is there isn’t any rules. You are allowed to play dirty." I scoffed staring at the tablet. "That’s a shitty rule." "It is what it is." I stared at the tablet intently watching every move that creepy guy will pull. Tyler still riding the same BMW, but it seems he have it upgraded. It’s much faster than the last time. His opponents is riding a Nissan GT-R. Damn… what a beautiful car. It seems that they are trying to lead the race since both of them have a fast car, but they are struggling to lead. They remain in the same pace.

Harrison said, “Thanks,” Hayden said as he began to scroll through Krista’s social media posts. “The faster I can find her, the happier I will be. And the faster Eclipse will stop howling in my head and bouncing around like a puppy with a new toy. He’s a great wolf, but his excitement is giving me a headache.”

Pure shook her head: “I still don’t know the meaning of that weird dream, but I know the baby is crossbred of the phoenix and the unicorn.” “ Crossbreed?”- Lowen muttered: “This is so weird… I mean this can’t happen, I think they will never let a crossbred baby be born.” Rojana agreed, he analyzed seriously: “Unicorn and Phoenix are neither friends nor enemies, so this can’t happen.” “I know that can’t happen, but let’s see, Pure is never wrong, or maybe she is getting weaker..”- Erono said. “You mean I am weaker?” “No no!” said Erono. But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others.

No! Just then another man came in. He grinned at me. “Let’s get started, but I’d go first.” He said rubbing his palm together and licking his lips. I began crying out loud. They came up to me. Just then a man came out of nowhere. Let’s just say he beat the crap out of them. I passed out.

“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.”

Who could it be? The base’s clinic is a small room tucked in the back. It has all sterile white walls and the sharp smell of antiseptic. Jade, our medic, is bandaging a guy’s arm when I walk in. I recognize him immediately—Ghost, one of the Shadow Riders’ heavy hitters. His face is pale, but his eyes are sharp, watching me as I step closer. “MG” he calls, his voice rough but steady. “ It's no wonder Nyx shot you.” I say, forcing a smile. The guy was very rude at me the last time I was at their clubhouse, suspecting me for being a snitch.

Felix warned. Laura's vision blurred with tears, feeling that warm sensation of being protected once again. Only after the Brabus SUV left did the fat man dare to stand, his legs still shaking. "Dear God, I just had a brush with death! Damn, I've only been away from North City for a few months! "Who the hell is that guy? How'd he get a ride in Mr. Ghost's car?" That vehicle was recognized throughout not just North City but all of Martial City as Shepherd Ghost's ride. He was an undisputed master of the Transcendent Realm, so nobody would dare cross him.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.