The New Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

She had none left for this man. Grant nodded at the man. "Mel, this is Ghost." "Ghost? As in...?" "As in the only person who can probably help your new friend here." Ghost looked past her at Ethan. "You're about to become the black market's most wanted. You can either face that on your own, and good luck to the idiots who come after you. Or you can come with me. Know that I don't trust you. You might have played well with Rambo Barbie here, but I can tell you're barely human anymore."

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Ghost recognized the marks – supernatural trafficking ring, the same ones who'd tried to buy information about the Iron Fangs' heirs. "Luna," Ghost said quietly, "remember the emergency protocols we practiced?" She nodded, her dual nature responding to the tension. At five, she was already skilled at combining her wolf and druid powers for defense. It happened fast. The stranger dropped his glamour, revealing three more traffickers who'd been cloaked by dark magic. They moved with supernatural speed, clearly enhanced by illegal power boosters. But Ghost was faster. Years of protecting the Iron Fangs' royal family had made him legendary among enforcers. His gun was enchanted with Maya's druid

Joe, what's going on? He doesn't reply, doesn't narrow his eyes. Unexpectedly, the ghost rider twins one and then notices the small fire on his chest, gradually spreading to the rest of his body and burning his clothes on the spot, while his eyes change hue to glow orange. Jose chooses to venture forward, his everything around crosses the rowan line and this causes a somewhat blue wave that as soon as possible consumes defensive obstruction. "How are you treating?" — Fair, staggered. —He will free him, proclaims an incredulous Roman.

The man turned into a cloud of smoke and advanced towards her paying no attention to her threats. Taken by surprise, Geneva lost her footing and fell over. He immediately grabbed her hand, turning back to his human form. "Don't you dare, don't you dare let go of me," the tears that fell from her eyes were filled with bitter regrets. My mum, my dad, my friends, my life! At this point where her life was about to flash before her eyes, many thoughts were already flashing through. I haven't even tasted the best snacks that Canada can afford and this? Stupid ghost, I haven't even re-watched 'Merlin' to my heart's content. And, and *gasp*...

I opened my eyes to see a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The man was in his late 60s, standing tall in a crisp military uniform. The sight of the general stars on his shoulders made my eyes sting. He stood in front of the meat grinder. With one hand, he slammed the power switch off. With the other, he grabbed the guard by the throat and tossed him ten feet away like a ragdoll. Ariel turned deathly pale. "Who the hell are you?"

His name disappeared from the screen in an instant, just like our marriage, gone completely. I boarded the plane to my new life without looking back.

The dinner plate was overturned and crashed onto the floor with a piercing noise. Patrick’s hands trembled uncontrollably, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp. He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?"

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

But maybe Quentin had a secret stash of wolves hidden somewhere and fifteen was really fifty. Hesther and Zayn took on their defensive stances. Max just simply stood there. Unable to move. They both looked cool by the way. It reminded her of the show she loved when she was growing up. Yeah, power rangers. “If I were you, you might consider moving. Those men are trained to kill.” Hesther hissed at her. “Zayn, Hesther, get out of there.” Quentin ordered. “Huh?” Zayn was confused.