The New Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Riders coasting to a halt in the dark, in a forest that was now completely black to them because their light amplification was also gone. Xander watched it from thirty feet up in a tree, his heartbeat slow and his skin entirely human. He’d forbidden the shift; he wanted them cold and quiet, ghosts in the machine. He waited until the third engine stalled. Then he dropped. They'd grown up in it, trained in it, run it in the dark for years. The ghost unit riders had expensive equipment that had stopped working and eyes that hadn't adjusted to darkness because they'd been relying on the HUDs to handle that. It wasn't a fight. It was a disassembly.

“You need to see this. Now.” I turn back to the main display as video feeds from Alaska fill the wall. The collapsed facility site is no longer quiet. Rubble shifts. Ice cracks. The ground pulses with unnatural light. Theo stands in the wreckage. Fully formed now. Scarred but whole. Silver eyes burning with cold intent. And he is not alone. Scottie stands beside him. Alive. Regenerating. The sight hits me harder than any blade ever could. Between them, held carefully as if it is sacred, floats something impossible.

Newton was the first to come out of his car, he's wearing an armless white shirt, showing off his tattoos and abs, a small ring sat on the corner of his bottom lip and he stylishly showed off his tongue ring too. Many girls fainted immediately Ricardo came down from the second car and put on his jacket, making girls lose their breaths. Kennedy and Francisco came out of the third and Fransisco dived his fingers into his hair stylishly. Kennedy pouted cutely 👥 I'm gonna die!! 👥 Their faces are brighter than my future! 👥 Is that the sun or Newton?, No difference! 👥 Gosh!, Francisco I love you!! 👥 A night on Ricardo's bed is all I crave for!

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

said the ghost stone to her. “Thank you!” she replied to him. Gorie attacked Alex but this time Alex opened her eyes, her eyes glowed more and she gained more chakra from the ghost stone. She was shouting while she was slowly transformed into a powerful werewolf. Gorie’s attack failed because Alex resisted it. Gorie was dumbfounded, his eyes widened when she witnessed Alex transform into a powerful werewolf. Alex's white fury glowed and now she was transformed into a giant werewolf. She had Golden wings and her long claws turned into claw blades, she was completely armored with a golden crown on her head. She was transformed into a beautiful angel werewolf.

I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma. Pictures of the incident keeps flashing in my head. I just can't get it out ever since I saw it. The screams, the face of the old man, the blood that splattered all over the road, the damaged car, the feeling I got when I first turned to look at it, all of it is coming back. I just want it to go, and want to make it stop, but I can't, so I thought of doing something, something that can distract me and help me to stop recalling the incident over and over again. I grab my phone and I play an endless runner game. I hear a single knock on my door, “Come in mom,” I say and she opens the door and walks in.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

There was a scraping noise and Jyotsna said, “It’s like something heavy is being dragged” They looked at each other. Jyotsna couldn’t throw away the thoughts about vampires. She remembered Anwar saying to her about “bhulo’s” – ghost of lost travellers luring other travellers to their certain doom. Suddenly a pair of bright golden orbs came to life in the distance. They were floating two feet above the ground and swaying slightly. She was rooted to the spot, unable to move. Her lips trembled and the hairs on her spine rose up. A terrible thought came in her mind. What if they were lured by a bhulo? A swift wind ruffled her hairs and she started to cry, bawling at the top of her lungs.

Ghost comments. Unfortunately, I know what show he is talking about, but I’ll stop it. Ari and Ghost flirt back and forth. As the first wave of humans begins to cry out and fall to the floor, I stand up, leaning down over the glass railing. Ghost comes up next to me, laughing his ass off at the pain of the humans beginning to OD. “You know, Ghost. I ended up becoming a necromancer since you last saw me,” I state casually. “That’s cool. I remember you were so pumped even though I’m not sure I still believe in that type of mythical shit. So what, you can kill people better now and send them to death faster?”

Gideon stayed calm, swung the broken blade, and a white arc of energy shot upward. The black and white blades clashed and shattered on impact. Tristan's next move followed immediately. "The eighth style of the 13 Ghost Blades! Nether's Pass!" The strike carried a chilling gale. The sound of wailing ghosts and howling spirits echoed. As it neared, Gideon noticed countless skulls swirling in the wind. They were only shadows, but enough to make one's scalp crawl. They were clawing and snarling, like demons escaping from hell. "Those are party tricks. The heavenly flames will burn through all that flashy nonsense."